The bleak and piercing cold
Makes my bones feel old.
Misery untold.
Finding nothing warm,
Try to do no harm,
By raising no alarm.
Stumbling in the black,
Fall flat on my back.
Brace for the attack.
For a helping hand,
I dare not to demand.
But yet I cannot stand.
Lost without a friend.
The world my soul to rend.
This must be the end.
Such a state of mind,
To be so fully blind
And think life so unkind.
Despite the worst of men,
Though shiv'ring in my den,
The sun will rise again.
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