a cold, wispy, night

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a cold, wispy night,
a cold summer breeze,
why is everything so cool?
even my heart begins to freeze.

a cold, wispy night,
a cold patch of grass,
i always try to talk to you,
why must you be so crass?

a cold, wispy night,
a cold heart or two,
you just had to go and play with
my once-warm heart entrusted to you.

a cold, wispy night,
a cold heart astray,
heading to sleep for one last time,
never to see another day.

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