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Driven snow flurries gust in off the hill
Oak clung leaves stripped by the blow
And the familiar path winding low
The wet gullies ice whitened begin to fill
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Nights darkness settles where I stand still
Stars bright glimmer through clouds break
Psychosis has taken you and heartache
The wrench of love for a child – a bitter pill.
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