A childish wish for snow, I remember.
A walk under it, I recall.
A night filled with white promises, I seek.
A sleepless night beside the fire, I need.
A winter morning with its chilling wind, I feel.
A mountain calling and recalling, I hear.
A will, to set them free, I've lost.
A longing, to retake what was once mine, I've lost.
The requiem, what I wish to lose.
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