You Are My Death
There through the windowLife is dying away
In the cold of winter
Can't make it to May
Curled up for warmth
It's lost to the air
Everything shall surrender
To your icy-cold glare
Fleeting, fleeting,
It's hard to believe
This is where it all ends
To eternal sleep
And if I should give in
To this harsh reality
In the frozen wind
Would the memories leave?
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