From Korea to Karelia
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Howling white winds
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Howling white winds
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The path cannot be found.
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From Korea to Karelia
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I don't know what I'm doing myself.
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Oh I don't know what I'm doing
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Forgive me dark.
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And towards, as chosen,
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The gloomy unkind ones are coming,
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The gloomy unkind ones are coming,
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It's scary to give them a hand.
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They don't walk, they stumble
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They don't sing, but stutter,
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They don't sing, but stutter,
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Looks like it's going to disappear soon.
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And towards, like beaten,
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The frail and the cunning are coming,
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The frail and the cunning are coming,
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They make faces to mirrors.
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And according to them, as bequeathed,
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All run wrinkles, cracks,
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All run wrinkles, cracks,
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Divide them in half.
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So what - the clothes are torn,
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But to everyone equally,
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But to everyone equally
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Multi-colored patches.
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Pieces fly in all directions,
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Foreheads crack and beards tear,
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Foreheads crack and beards tear,
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Yes, all this is not from evil.
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From Korea to Karelia
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Howling white winds
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Howling white winds
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The path cannot be found.
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From Korea to Karelia
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I don't know what I'm doing
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Oh I don't know what I'm doing
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Forgive me dark. |