Snow's kiss, the promise of the moon
They say: this winter will end soon
Ghost of the sun haunts a cold blue sky
Light left my eyes when you said goodbye
Winter's bite, Wind claws the hands that once held yours
Such a fate, to lose you 'ere I could have enough
I recall, every word told every kiss I stole
Your last breath, is the prison that now holds my soul

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