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In my room it became cold |
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The dead snow silently falls |
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The frost at a window spins laces |
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In depressing flight I am free |
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There in night I see the past |
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Before eyes runs lost |
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Hiding hopes of the forgotten words |
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I go through time |
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Your eyelashes in a view of the moon |
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So are serene so are pure |
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On your gentle body |
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Dead petal of a rose |
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In cold hands a sleeping star |
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Shining from it is far |
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Lighting up your fine features |
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Falls turning in a muse |
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Give me last light |
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Given a life of this night |
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Frosty air winds my face |
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My God has died in this place |
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In my room it became cold |
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The dead snow silently falls |
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The frost at a window spins laces |
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In dead flight I am free |
