| Night fall
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| In bowing at the moonlight grow
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| Embracing to my misery
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| Your silence is a fading sill
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| Seducing to my tired walk
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| Winter is near, its chest is open
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| Return again, the chirp of nameless dove?
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| Welcome my ladies, who’s the one will lead me?
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| In this magic muffled, snow of midnight
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| Who’s ready to love me… until fervour drop
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| It’s rare in this time, this beauty full storm
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| Taking all my sense
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| Taking my statuary corps
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| Snow blind, running, alone in my trial
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| Snow blind, forgetting all my victory
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| Nightmare of cold
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| Nightmare forever masquerade
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| Forever masquerade
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| Falling, falling on my dirge
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| Falling, falling I’m without peace
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| Falling, falling on my dirge
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| Falling, falling I’m without peace
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| And turn the loom, and turn the loom
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| And turn the loom, it always turn… forever…
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| Winter is near, its chest is open
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| Inpatient snow, dwell in its ribs
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| Return again, the chirp of nameless dove?
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| I asked… why, your eyes stayed in me
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| Stayed in me, as a cast star in heaven
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| You looked me along and speaking whit grace:
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| Because I love, your darkness reflect
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| Taking all my sense… take!
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| Before… the snow… untie
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| Forever masquerade
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| Forever, forever up to the light
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| Nightmare… until the snow… untie |