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Here they come

One by one

Seldom a pair

So soft to touch

But even Innocence equips a Distrust

Bit the poison apple

Temptation's a burden

Too strong for one to hold

Without thoughts of letting go

So here I'm I

Here I lay

So cold

Growing numb

It leaves you breathless

Begging for more

Cursed to never stray away

Lost in all its spellbounding gaze

To leave is futile

So I'd rather stay

Trapped within this Winter's Haze