First winter of life,
Under a moon of strife
Cant ignore the death
Killed on a winters breath

Tossed a long the river,
His body all a shiver,
Insanity on the way
Silent to this day

Still winter goes on
Heading on and on
It never will end
Till we become dead

(now read every first letter downwards :P) 

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