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My Grave

All The Cold

Written in water
Carven in stone and sky
As marble sleep enchants
The fragile beauty
Of this wasteland's
Secret gardens
...and storm will conquer
The waning flames

Of a summer dying...

A summer's end
Another winter's dawn
A summer's end
A year of youth is lost
In my grave...






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