As I lifted those
Wrinkled blue sheets
Two clear droplets
Rolled down my cheeks

The snow outside
Glistened no more
As I lay frozen
Behind my wooden closed door

my fingers cold
My hair wet
Tis is a day
I will not forget

As I hang
my head in shame
I am also putting out
That burning Flame

My head is running
To so many places
and I am seeing so many
new faces

But none are you
None can appeal
For you were destined
To be the one my heart
was to steal


 
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