| Naked in midwinter magic
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| Lies an angel in the snow
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| — The frozen figure crossed by tracks of wolves
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| An encounter, symbolic, yet truthful
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| With a hungry choir of woods
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| An agreement immemorial to be born
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| Dulcet elvenharps from a dryad forest
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| Accompany all charming tunes
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| Of a sacrament by a campfire
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| A promise between the tameless
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| And the one with a tool
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| Tonight the journey from a cave begins
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| I want to hunt with the tameless heart
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| I want to learn the wisdom of mountains afar
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| We will honor the angel in the snow
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| We will make the streams for our children flow
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| Wrapped in furs beneath the northern lights
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| From my cave I watch the land untamed
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| And wonder if some becoming season
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| Will make the angel melt in shame
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| I want to hunt with the tameless heart
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| I want to learn the wisdom of mountains afar
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| We will honor the angel in the snow
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| We will make the streams for our children flow |