Return

In the darkness I hear a voice shrieking.

“Where are you my beloved? Why did you leave me?
This burden is too heavy. I am old and so tired.
Come back to me beloved, come back.”

Snow falls. Icy tears in a moaning wind.
Come back to us beloved, come back.

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