Whenever the moon hides her face,
After the winds caress, like lace,
When you realize time hold your fate,
You long for the light of day.
As violent storms rage from your eyes,
While you sit and wait to die
As if you could refuse to cry,
As though you have a reason to strive,
You drink the poisoned wine.
Once the crow sings her song,
After the winter begins to storm,
As if you will ever be warm
When the clouds cover the sun,
You dream of an unfound home.
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