Slow cold and somber
Brushing the shores
Morning never comes
I turn into a prey
Fear thy dawning lights
Hear them drown
I've been calling for so long
In a wind of clay
Just like the smoke
I'm led away
Feeding frostbitten roads
Might heal a pain
No one hears
Just raven words
One might hear the rain
Flooding the leaves and me away
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