With each step away I felt my heart shatter.
Although the bridge to you was still there
it felt shadowy with my eyes full of sorrow.
As I lamenated this night, leaning on our old oak tree, our old wide meadow with ever silky grass dipping with my torment.
And then it was cold all the way the long walk home, with each step ran my tears onto the cobbled nocturnal streets.
The chilly wind whisted softly into my ears,
responding to my feelings of misery.
The tears froze on my face, as I stood their in the dead of the night numb and cold as the moonshine reflected my bright tears....
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