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End of the road..!

It makes me shiver,
Shiver to the bone.
Not the flurry snowflakes,
That kiss you and disappear on your face!
Not the frigid wind,
That wants to carry you far away!
Nor is it the frozen roads,
That don't want you to leave!
But it is the thought,
The gloomy thought,
That this might be the end of the road,
The pinnacle of melancholic beauty!

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