Dreams that come softly beneath the snow, become light and cruel with lost hope
Linger still deep in cold thrust awake beneath the snow
Listening softly to the screaming soul
The soul waits to be herd beneath the tyrant of cold
Sleep deep winters hold upon the soul
Awake and screaming the soul does weep
Lost and searching deep
Finding answers to seek the warmth and glow of winter meek
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