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'Twas midnight on this desolate winters eve
Trails of frost hung on the withered branches
whispers of the moon promised to torture my desolate heart
Twilight shadows danced a rhythmatic pain
and tortured my soul, thoughts swirling around the mist
A silent teardrop cascades frozen on the shimmer of hope