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The Winter's Harvest

Seasons have passed,
I sit and wait
For the end of selfish pain.
I have lost something
I cannot replace
Still, I must leave it behind.
I will return to the battlefield
Where I can peacefully die.

Angels have wept,
Demons have died

In wars fought for love.
I shall burn off all my flesh:
It?s failed me for the last time.
Winter will come,
I?ll still be here,
Mourning the death of a smile.

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