Long ago, one wintery night
I found a soul, who'd cure my plight
With a soft whisper, and a warm kiss
She pierced my soul, I'd found my bliss
And then again, one wintery night
She'd tore it out, and made it right
But pain, pain was all I could see
For in it all, I'd have no peace
A suffering soul, I'd look all over
The thought returned, there was no other
Desperate and lonely, I wanted peace
Broken and despaired, I'd finally seen
For she the sweet, and sour witch
Had broken my heart, and become the bitch,
I had not loved her, only the thought of her,
A girl of perfection, a maiden pure.
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