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Winter has still not past since summers withdrawl.

I am but an autom leaf in its fall.

Gale.

Crack.

A monstorous storm.

Gale. Crack. Quake.

My world is torn.

We let love die on the battlefield that day.

And know theres silence,

just a deafining silence that drowns out everything.

I was wrong all along.

If i knew back then what i know now,

we'd still be fighting.

I lost sight of it, How beautiful the sunrise is looks after the storm.

Know i find all i want to do is fight with you.

I hope you can forgive me one of these days,

and find someday these words give warth.

My apologies, Lady.

My Lady.

My Sweet Lady.