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I bathe in the cold of her loveless fire

A dead ember long since frozen

She needs me only when she cries

And I am caught by her gaze

The time of Winter has passed

And in weakness, I long for her

She became the Spring that lusts

Forever onward to the Golden Shore

Where the sea of sunlight casts its will

To the edge of Winter's night

Do not rejoice in the death of love

There is no beauty there

She is cold within my spirit

On her deathbed

Dark arrows guide her

Toward the midnight of life

While the sun passes through Heaven

The angels in her heart have sung their last

The Golden Shore is fading

With the Spirit that guides the sun

She shall sleep