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This cold winters breeze echoes against the hills

Howling like a wolf under the moon

Alone in the night accompanied by silence

Vivid in my sleep but your image unreal

In dreams of shattered yearning

This desolate lifeless void

Graced by your appearance

Yet this landscape still devoid

There I lay wildered against the gloom

The stars incised in the night sky

Yet so grey and cold a sound looms

You are but mist ahead of me