
October blows a cold wind
through my soul
Days of water and warmth
are gone
Nights of frozen stillness
seize the lonely one
Icy tendrils pierce
a barren heart
Twigs snap outside
the foggy window
Beware for the dead
of winter is coming

October blows a cold wind
through my soul
Days of water and warmth
are gone
Nights of frozen stillness
seize the lonely one
Icy tendrils pierce
a barren heart
Twigs snap outside
the foggy window
Beware for the dead
of winter is coming
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