Feelings
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Andrew Blakemore
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My feelings are now lost to me
Throughout the winter's cold,
That's gripped my heart with icy claw
And sadness not foretold.
My riches few I walk alone
As northern winds do blow,
They chill me to the bitter core
Wherever I do go.
I need a hand to comfort me
But no one seems to care,
Forgotten in this wilderness
As if I am not there.
I'm growing weak as darkness falls
Such pain I feel inside,
All hope has gone I'm so bereft
Of dignity and pride.
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