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Awake under the light of the moon

A memory of yours fills my mind

I walk through the frost of dusk

While the breath of winter gasps

In my path the branches face me

but ignoring the thoughts of you

Under the grey of the overcast

Like a leper in the shadows

Lamented in the oak

Through sorrow I tread

In the night I think of your portrait

As the green of the moss thrives

Your eyes combine with the stars

And my tears unite with the rain