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By ~Harem~ Date: 2001 May 21 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.21.16.52.11793]] |
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When the cold winds blow And all else dies Branches barren grey , and stark Crunchy leaves, dying, crumbling beneath Nights howling , lonely, and dark Only you, persist in spirited existence Spruce of greenest fir like hue While all the rest withered and died When all that was left, was you. ~ |