| As always the seasons have turned
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| And winter grasps the northern world
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| Might of darkness cease the day
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| The light of life — driven away
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| Dust is what is left of blossoms in the spring
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| Let the winter begin
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| How can I face this
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| Reflection of me
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| My own flesh and blood
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| So dislike me
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| Father — I am of you
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| But yet so fresh
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| Sprung of this world
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| Another world
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| Black milk of dawn I drink you
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| In the night of dark embrace
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| At dawn and dusk at all times
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| 'till all my beloved are defaced
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| This light of dawn I cease it
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| From my dark life enhanced
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| The sorrow of another world
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| In past winter it’s engulfed
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| Dust is what is left of blossoms in the spring
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| Let the winter begin
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| How can I face the reflection of me
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| My own flesh and blood so dislike me
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| Father
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| Inherited
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| Indestructive bonds
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| Parallel carnations
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| Take us on
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| Throughout all time
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| Travelling
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| But you
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| You’re inside of me
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| And I see your history
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| Condemns me |