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As I prepare for the coldest of wintersFor it's penetrating pain similar to splintersPrepare to enter the cave that leads to the graveOf broken hearts that’s has torn souls apartI breathe in the cold air of desperation and despairI hear the cries of the wind and feel the spirits tearsI stand before the cemetery of painful memoriesAs I study its purpose it takes my energyAway, but why I stay, is to resurrect the love that will once again thrive one dayFor the bond that was broken I am determined to mendThe bond of love that can be only found between women and men.