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Trail amidst the snow-clad trees, winding is the way Sunless is the path we roam, bitter is the air we breathe Fell is the icy blast, coming from the hills Blowing through my ailing heart, wailing in the emptiness inside Vanished is the light we had, hidden deep in rimy soil Bereft of us the one we cherished, lost for ever our love Still at night I see her figure Flickering on moonlit glades But passing is the hope she_s giving Just a faintest breath of air and she_s gone again The clouds are moving heavily, across the livid sky Yonder the hues are darkening, slowly turning grey to black For the two who stray in dusk, all hope is long since gone Cruel is the winter_s reign, merciless the grasp of despair For what mirth there is left in life for a motherless son What solace in this world for a widower to find Slender the shape in night, unbearable the beauty Shining in the silvery light, watching me with wistful eyes Evanescent this vision, unattainable this illusion But an image in my troubled dreams, hewn out of yearning and rue From Letras Mania