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Winter forest |
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Winter patterns on the trees |
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Trudging through the horny bushes |
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Snow is cracking |
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Underneath my feet |
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Broken branches |
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Shadows grey |
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My eyes can hardly see |
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So full of tears |
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Winter forest |
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I can hear chanting monks |
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And his heart so cold and silent |
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Which is calling |
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Calling me to come |
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Hungry ravens |
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Looking down |
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But I'm still alive |
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The power of my will |
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Is my only guide |
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There within the woods |
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My friend will be buried |
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In the burial ground |
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Outside of monastery |
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I must see his funeral |
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I must be there just in time |
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Getting late and getting dark |
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Where's the path I cannot find |
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Winter forest |
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Fading whispers in the wind |
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You rest somewhere six feet under |
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Snow has covered |
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All the memories |
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Hungry ravens |
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Looking down |
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But I'm still alive |
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The power of my will |
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Is my only guide |
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There wthin the woods |
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My friend has been buried |
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In the burial ground |
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Outside of monastery |
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I have seen his funeral |
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And no comfort will I find |
