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Winter’s Grave
Snow falls silent
Over desolate stone
That marks the decay
Of old dreams and dead bone.
As if in mourning
Of mortals long gone
For tears of the living
And never seen dawns
Upon reaching the ground
The flakes scream as they die
And are silent once more
On the graves where they lie.
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