Upon the frost-covered ground
I lay, and by chance, heard a voice.
It was warm and comforting to my ear,
and I found myself wishing
for the chance to live again;
to feel the blithe spirit
burn deep inside of me,
instead of this bullet
torn through my broken heart,
As I lay beneath a blanket,
crimson-stained,
upon the frost-covered ground.
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