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Snow clings where sleet stings

Everything I touch is cold

Snow whispers as ice screams

Yet neither's words are bold



All I love will soon be gone

But I've nowhere to go

I'll not see tomorrow's dawn

But the stars look a lot like snow



Everyone huddles around the fireplace

Leaving me to weather the storm

For the fire offers no comfort to me

I have no soul to warm