Awake from a dream
I walk alone...a hallow...
It's so quiet it seems
Grief it's hard to swallow.
Chill wind as winter sings
In snow there's left no shadow
In my ears a whisper rings
The streets...they look so narrow....
In a trice tears fall unheard
My thoughts sob full of sorrow
I wanna fly high like a bird
So high...no touch of arrow....
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