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When winter is changed
The fire no longer warms
I needed that flame.

Spring comes
With the promise of beauty
Delivering only mud waters.

My flame slumbers under the ticking gaze
The mocking gaze
It slumbers and I wait.

I wait
Where there is no sun
Spring never came.

I wait
As a fool would do
So will you revive me
When you find me breathless and blue.

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