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Summertime is Gone
Summer's fertile touch of life puts itself to sleep.
The radiant clouds shower us in their frozen weep.
The raven caws outside the door,
Miasma is seeping through the floor.
We cannot hold out anymore,
For summertime is gone.
Winter's touch as cold as ice
Envelopes this world in it's chill,
Growing ever colder still.
Iron are the shackles that bind
The gentle warmth we leave behind.
Silver is the ice that devours
Every fern and every flower.
The call has been heard loud and clear.
The time for winter is finally here.
The raven's caw outside the door.
The miasma seeping through the floor.
That gentle fire may shine no more,
For summertime is gone.
