Cold

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The frosty flakes drift through the sky,

Time keeps flowing by and by.

You take my hand, a smile on your face,

Something that no one could replace.

But then I know this isn't real,

I am stuck here with a permanent seal.

A lock on my heart as I realize,

I am the one I truly despise.

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