| We see it as a narration but in the womb of winter time stands still
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| Nothing echoes and nothing moves
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| With a universal affection
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| The winter takes it all
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| Like a spreading disease
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| Crimson stains conspicuously on the ground
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| Cloaked in pestilence, it bleeds
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| Like a spreading disease
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| A cold winter morning
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| Crystalline rime on the ground
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| White diamonds and pearls
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| And the world opens it’s eyes
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| A cold winter morning
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| Bright drops dwell on the pane
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| Meet in cold embrace
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| And the world opens it’s eyes
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| Like the sirens' song, the winter reveals itself
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| As a deadly temptress, fraudulent and haughty
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| Arraying us in it’s wintry veil
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| Leaving us cold and numb
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| In the womb of winter
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| A cold winter day
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| Bare trees go down on their knees
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| Stroke the soil with their branches
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| The pale sun is crossing the sky
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| A cold winter evening
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| The snow descends from above
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| And drapes the ground in white
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| And the world closes it’s eyes |