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Wandering restless through the hillside on a cold December day |
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my solitary journey guided only by the pilgrims high in the sky |
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Fog invades the lands blocking the last rays of the dying sun |
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and a veil of mist and serenity gracefully covers the night. |
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The shadowy trees of the forest, once imbued with beauty and life |
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now twisted and eternally frozen by a shroud of snow and ice. |
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As the glow of the dawning sun vanishes in the witherd sky |
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my eyes wander up through the whispering winds and watch the glare of the stars dilute. |
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Exposed to the frost of the icy winds my bittered soul still rejoys. |
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As the howl of the wind enchants me more than the sweetest sounding human voice. |
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Freed from mens insanity I feel my grief stricken heart still burn |
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bracing my soul through night's loneliness I sence a glimpse of shelter |
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return. |
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Burdend with the insight of my loneliness |
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I continue my journey through this night. |
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Passed have the times when the glimmer of hope filled my heart with gentle delight. |
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All the years that the currents of fortune have planted the seeds of my grief |
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my eyes have been fooled by the masks of joy, my desperate hopes deceived. |
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So let us now gather the harvest of the past solitary days. |
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And bath our peace craving eyes in sin's magnificent grace. |
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The night shall pass and a cold morning breeze |
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shall obscure the traces of my pittyful existence. |
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For not a stone shall mark the place where silence embraced me |
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and guided mycheerful soul into the charm of everlasting solitude. |
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