Out in the cold,
Facing the unloved hour,
That was read, yet untold,
A loveless creature,
Onto Life, holds
But it's so difficult!
Everything so cold,
Love only can brighten towers
Of stories like this, untold,
Stories of lost in the woods
Sadness, that only Love can reverse,
If ever they're told.
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