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A Cold Match
Like a bundle of needlesIt stingsFor every dropIs draining my life awayThe strength is goneFor the snow has just taken it awayOn the whitelandsI fallIt is coldBut from thereShe appearsGiving me a lighted matchstickShe told me to hold itTo get up and follow itTo follow the glowI look aroundThe wanton snow engulfs my soulToo coldAnd I wonder if the matchstick is enoughSnow is fallingIcy lands I am standing onFor miles and milesAnd I wonder if the matchstick is enoughI am going to trySurvive I wantMay the warmth comeBut all I have is a small lighted matchstickIs it enough
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