| A few years have passed away
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| When she said goodbye to her love
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| I told her not to wait at home
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| Drown in tears alone and frown
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| Warm touch of ash is like a fire
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| In her lap she’s got a creeps
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| She puts off her dress of fire
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| Like a groaning autumn trees
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| At the horizon the crescent disappears
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| The gloomy black night is coming soon
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| Salubrious breeze for her soul
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| Time of fury wakes her up
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| Christmas moon shining
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| So full still bright
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| Make me pure
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| I renounce my sins
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| Inside of this mist
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| Of shady lights
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| In wicket I’m wincing
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| Got frozen by cold
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| It is snowing
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| The wind takes the light away
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| The wind’s blowing
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| The snow drifts my footsteps |