Winter Of My Discontent

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[Chapter IV - The Passage Begins]

Alas!
That I Shall Now Die,
Not For Deed Or Belief;
All I've Been Is Glory,
Fear Shall Not Embrace Me.

Behold!
That I'm Not For This,
Nor My Mouth Says Of Grief;
Kingdom For Heartfelt Love,
Passed Are All That Was Formal.

Now Is The Winter Of My Discontent,
Made Glorious By This Sun Of North;
All The Clouds That Lowered Upon Me,
Are Fallen And Deep Snow Buried.

Now Is The Winter Of My Discontent,
Made Glorious By This Sun Of North;
Of Forest That Scent Of Pine Refines,
At Heavens Caress The White That Alights.