Once, a joyful sun
shone brightly within my soul
the fields were ripe and golden
and the cities teemed with life;
But now the sun is gone
and I have wrapped sadness about me
like a woolen cloak
it provides no warmth
but is comfortingly familiar
I have often been told
that cold will never last
and the sun will always come again;
Though I find
as I wander silently
through empty cities and dead fields
that I cannot quite believe it,
however true it may be
for the winter has been very long
and I am very comfortable
in my cloak
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Tainted
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