| Trail amidst the snow-clad trees
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| Winding is the way
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| Sunless is the path we roam
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| Bitter is the air we breathe
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| Fell is the icy blast
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| Coming from the hills
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| Blowing through my ailing heart
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| Wailing in the emptiness inside
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| Vanished is the light we had
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| Hidden deep in rimy soil
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| Bereft of us the one we cherished
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| Lost forever our love
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| Still at night I see her figure
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| Flickering on moonlit glades
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| But passing is the hope she’s giving
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| Just a faintest breath of air and she’s gone again
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| The clouds are moving heavily
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| Across the livid sky
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| Yonder the hues are darkening
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| Slowly turning grey to black
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| For the two who stray in dusk
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| All hope is long since gone
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| Cruel is the winter’s reign
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| Merciless the grasp of despair
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| For what mirth there is left in life
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| For a motherless son
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| What solace in this world
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| For a widower to find
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| Vanished is the light we had
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| Hidden deep in rimy soil
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| Bereft of us the one we cherished
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| Lost forever our love
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| Still at night I see her figure
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| Flickering on moonlit glades
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| But passing is the hope she’s giving
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| Just a faintest breath of air and she’s gone again
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| For what mirth there is left in life
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| For a motherless son
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| What solace in this world
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| For a widower to find
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| Slender the shape in night
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| Unbearable the beauty
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| Shining in the silvery light
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| Watching me with wistful eyes
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| Evanescent this vision
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| Unattainable this illusion
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| But an image in my troubled dreams
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| Hewn out of yearning and rue |