The sun has bled away the light Washed out the candle with his might And brought the cold back into hell In the middle of the deep ocean Locked and held away from all motion The strong turmoil has made all so well The tree that had stood tall has gone leafless For under his shade is where weeds grow best The winds have now made this a place to dwell The night is much stronger than ever today Frost has covered this body in every way The end has come with the silence of the bell
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