Winter brings Sorrow's kiss
And as I step on Sorrow's lips
A flash of cold before my eyes
Sorrow's friend Mournful cries
Snow drops fall on my face
Keeping time with Winter's pace
Sorrow, Mournful, Winter skies
Exposing all cold stoic lies
Mourful's arms around me now
Sorrow's kiss upon my brow
Cold fire spews like ice
Words, lies, O' please make nice
But Mournful Sorrow do not hear
Please, Winter, your end be near
Sorrow, your end draw nigh
Mournful say your goodbye
And as Winter brings Sorrow's kiss
My foot steps on Sorrow's lips
Sunday, February 17, 2008
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