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You lie in your bed and dream through the day
Too afraid to sleep in the dark
Then you dress to attend the twilight soiree
Before the feverish hearth's stone arc
Its fire burns bright with its own crimson light
Then its flames begin to die
So you want to go out all alone in the night
And gaze at the stars in the sky
You want to walk the cold midnight walk
To feel the cruel bite of the frost
Draw white circles on the floor with chalk
And pretend that you are lost
Remember the times when snow was just snow
And no inane coverer of death
As it hangs from the ghostly trees, aglow
While you breath your last misted breath