I feel the country fog as it comes rolling in
and see the maids fleeing, all frail and thin.
The cows in the barn low a mournful lullaby
as snow settles, its blue hue reflects from my eye.
A fair maiden across town is woken by the sound
of a princely body falling to the coarse ground.
The earth feels a thousand pains as it breathes out a sigh
it weeps for the lost and those yet to come as it kisses the sky.
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