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Up above an azure moon cries,
with two lovers final good-byes.
Our well-planned future, fate denies,
and puts an ocean in my eyes.
I watch my golden visions burn,
as Autumn leaves begin to turn.
Frost upon heart's emerald fern,
and summer shall never return.
Wilted roses weights withered vine,
inside this laden heart of mine.
My spirit secretes crimson wine,
like needles shed from weathered pine.
Ebony clouds gather in a row,
and frigid winds of winter blow.
My heart has lost its sunlit glow,
hidden beneath blankets of snow.
Nature no longer held divine,
when seasons of heartache align.
Death captured an angel of mine,
and distorted my world's design.
I watch my beloved angel fly,
and frozen tears I cannot cry.
Reality I must deny;
Winter never comes in July.
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