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Helen

Harsh cruel winds, as cold as ice,
blew hard on mountains edge.
And as I walked on shadowed paths,
I came to mountains ledge.

Each unsure step I took that night,
brought me to my fate,
brought me to that angel fair,
for whom my soul does wait.

Lost I felt within my heart
as I watched her there,
watched her look into the night
as wind wisped through her hair.

Encompassed now within my arms,
I feel her body shake.
And as I watched her weep those tears,
I knew her heart must ache.

No words or actions could I make
to take, or ease her pain.
So know I feel within my heart,
I've failed her once again.

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