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Walk the Night

The frost-bitten air of a windless night Acts as my refuge from your song That sings to my forgotten soul, Forgotten by all except by you. On this ashen path, I walk the night. The cold, I hope, shall cure this blight As it has encased my soul so long Too long since I have been whole, Whole to you, who I walk from and to. In this fashion, I walk the night. The icy chill that blinds my sight Is that which I, for now, belong Far gone from your love's sweet toll, A toll where no more fees are due. From this passion, I walk the night. For the breeze of autumn began my plight Whispering to me all I have done wrong