She nods and smiles while heart-strings snap, Frozen by the frost of pain; Hunkers down and marches onward, Shoulders stiff with hidden strain. She knows the winter fast approaches, Days which promise death to bloom – But heaven holds her Autumn splendour, Hope that springs despite the tomb.

She nods and smiles while heart-strings snap,
Frozen by the frost of pain;
Hunkers down and marches onward,
Shoulders stiff with hidden strain.
She knows the winter fast approaches,
Days which promise death to bloom –
But heaven holds her Autumn splendour,
Hope that springs despite the tomb.
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