| The spring arrived
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| Which brought the river’s swell
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| Flooding the margin in taiga
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| Where we dwelled
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| The versed surveying crew
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| Of three
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| Were caught off guard
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| While being asleep
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| The frist of us
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| Was buried asleep
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| Under the rocks
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| And rooted trees
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| I dragged out my second friend
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| While he was alive
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| A huge trunk had crushed his spine…
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| He died in my arms
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| Eternal wanderings in the taiga
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| Countless nights and days
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| I fed on roots, pests fed on me
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| But I seeked the way
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| Then cold arrived
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| With a new winter’s breath
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| The brave blood slows inside my veins
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| I feel the near unrelenting Death… |