.I'll miss the winter, the fragile heart of things,
I'll miss the forest and the way we used to sing.
There's no escaping the darkness drawing near,
'Til all that's left is the memory of fear.
I can feel it coming on the wind, oh, how it grieves,
The heavens are starting to b.
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