When will your smile,
see the sun again,
aging old friend,
kept away from outside,
only to be shuttered in,
so pail and ill you look,
shallow and frail,
you told me you will be,
up and about come fall,
well all has fallen,
upon the grown covered with frost,
after seeing you,
I get a cold chill,
knowing soon you will pass.
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