| Above the colourless cold,
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| Through the winds of the shivering night.
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| Stories obscure and untold
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| Carried by ravens in flight.
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| Finding and keeping the truth,
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| Hiding the grief in their hearts.
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| Stories of aged and of youth,
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| Of the child, where the history starts.
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| Circling the woods and the time,
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| Finding the tale of the gatherer.
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| Searching the gruesome, the crime,
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| Uncovering acts of the torturer.
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| They darken the sky,
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| Mendaciousthey fly,
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| Darken the sky,
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| Wordless they die.
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| Chasing the uncovered trails,
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| Never losing the scent.
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| Observing the goulish details,
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| Knowing, their only ontent.
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| Eyes on the frostbitten land,
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| Moonlight on feathers like gold.
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| A simple and silent command,
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| The stories will never be told. |