The winter of my heart denies...
the one that I truly desires...
Were I to wrestle your soul..
and win you as my prize....
Were she that stole your heart....
and beguile you with her lies...
Does the autum wind whistles on cue,
and dazzle us with its hues....
Must I whisper your name...
you have no clue...
That this heart of gold you owned...
Now dead, cradled in lead...
Does the autumn wind whistes on cue...
Me...you once knew......
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