a dove sits on a snowy bough,
her song cuts through my heart.
we both know how the lonely feels
when love is torn apart.
there never was an emptiness
the way I feel inside.
the ache is deep within my chest,
i have no place to hide.
was once a time my heart was full
when spring was in the air,
but Frost has draped me with her cloak,
my tears fall in despair.
the midnight train is leaving soon.
my bags are packed to go.
i shiver on the platform bare,
a spectre, slinking low.
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