| In the arms of rimed soil
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| Lies the autumn’s last withered leaf
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| Land now bare and naked
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| Awaits it’s snowy sheet
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| And as the light still lingers
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| Painting scarlet this barren scene
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| An old man sings his song
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| Of melancholy and relinquish
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| I’m a whirl deep in dark waters
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| A stare in the shades of fir-trees
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| I’m riding above with north wind
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| Herding the black clouds of rain
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| Mine is the kingdom
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| Far from the moon to the sun
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| I am the elder
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| Standing forever as one
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| And in that sudden moment
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| When everything’s turned to still
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| He abruptly breaks the silence
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| Becomes one with longing
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| And singing ever stronger
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| Nature joins as one with him
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| Fire in his eyes
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| Universe under twisted grin
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| I’m a whirl deep in dark waters
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| A stare in the shades of fir-trees
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| I’m riding above with north wind
|
| Herding the black clouds of rain
|
| Mine is the kingdom
|
| Far from the moon to the sun
|
| I am the elder
|
| Standing forever as one
|
| I’m a whirl deep in dark waters
|
| A stare in the shades of fir-trees
|
| I’m riding above with north wind
|
| Herding the black clouds of rain
|
| I’m a whirl deep in dark waters
|
| A stare in the shades of fir-trees
|
| I’m riding above with north wind
|
| Herding the black clouds of rain
|
| Mine is the kingdom
|
| Far from the moon to the sun
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| I am the elder
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| Standing forever as one |