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Her eyes find
the frost bitten window,
covered in morning dew.
Lovely leaves plastered
to wood.

Her hands find his face.
Her memory filled by his scent.
His face is dark,
with a hint of sadness in his
clear, dark eyes.

She smiles;
love, where have you been?
Her voice is muffled by the fear
her sullen heart holds.
He smiles and
his face fades.

Her eyes open
as she must remember
the fear is real.

Why must I leave her so?

Sadness abounds, and hearts
break like ice on the heavy
bough of the trees.

Why must you leave her so?

Hands reach, and minds search.

Where did you go?
Looking ahead, it hurts too much
cold air sweeps through the world
as she feels the emptiness of your
Love that is lost,
beauty never seen before or since.

Why must we go?
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