| Cold breeze blows in a misty grove
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| Making dying leaves
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| Fall on the Forgotten one
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| Sleeping in a frost-covered ground
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| Waiting for someone to find his lonely grave
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| And so did winter come over the grove
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| With beautiful, pure white snow
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| Covering all the tracks of struggle and fight
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| Of an ending life
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| In a grove sleeping
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| Silently sighing
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| Lonely, forgotten this wandering soul
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| Coldness is creeping
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| Only one sleeping
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| In the grove covered with cold winter snow
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| Northern winter in darkness and cold
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| Makes the icy tears spring in his lonely soul
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| Sitting next to his own frozen corpse
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| He wishes he could rest and haunt no more
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| After the winter came a blooming spring
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| White wood anemones within
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| Where his body rested, flowers turned red
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| As if marking his bloodstained bed
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| In a grove sleeping
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| Silently sighing
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| Lonely, forgotten this wandering soul
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| Coldness is creeping
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| Only one sleeping
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| In the grove covered with cold winter snow
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| In a grove sleeping
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| Silently sighing
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| Lonely, forgotten this wandering soul
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| Coldness is creeping
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| Only one sleeping
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| In the grove covered with cold winter snow |