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Dew-coated leaves glisten in the waking light,
as the sun overcomes the horizon.
A dark breeze encompasses the land,
piercing deep into the marrow.
The wind tells a tale of immeasurable sorrow,
yet to come.

Will you listen?

The gust builds around you,
increasing strength, to be heard.
Do you choose to heed its call,
or are you lost to the Cold of Autumn?

A call unheard, unnoticed,
unrecognized to the ears
of the very one it sought to protect,
the life for whom it fears.

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from From Atop This White Mountain​.​.​., released December 23, 2014

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