Manné, have you fallen?

Manné has been sleeping, since the cold captured him, a late Autumn night.  The sympathies were many, but now I am alone. Ice and Fire knows nothing of his passing, yet the same sun shines on them. Does she shine on you, my closest friend?Manné, have you fallen?I turn at night. Questions without answers. Answers without questions. Will he wake? Will he rise again? Will he, in the warmth of spring, again be my tumbling rock?
- Jean DeWire, 1913
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