Gone Away

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The lightly tinted,
Blinding snow,
The foot prints that,
Had seemed to glow,
Have now all turned to memories,

The snow balls,
That were placed together,
The voices that,
Had mingled together,
Have now been washed,
Into oblivion,

A cry for help,

But no ones hand reached out,
So the girl slowly turned back,
The ice that we slide on,
The path that we traveled by,
Have now all gone away.

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