I scream out into the night sky
For there is nothing else I can do
The ice cold wind ripping past
My body freezing it to the core
But there is comfort to be found
For it tells me that there is still
Something left alive inside
A little flicker of heat
that hasn't been totally extinguished
from this decrepit soul
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