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As I walk through the masses of snow at this frostbitten winter night. |
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Sighing forest at the moon flow sends me a taste of natures might. |
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Ahead mourns the eye of the snowstorm. |
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Divine appearance of the winter wind. |
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Snow, piles upon my soul, like Grace from above, Messenger of hope... |
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My heart beats in sync with the nature. |
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I wait for the coldest winter. |
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I am the Snow Soul... |
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I head my walk to the storm's eye more than complete to praise His name. |
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Natures mourning set my pulse to rise as I follow steps of His angel's way. |
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Ahead Kingdom of God in it's grandeur. |
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Awaiting my soul to enter its halls. |
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Snow, piles upon my soul, like Grace from above, Messenger of hope... |
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My heart beats in sync with the nature. |
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I wait for the coldest winter. |
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I am the Snow Soul... |
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Let it Snow... Upon my soul... |
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I see my troubles come and go. |
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Your given hope.. Grace from above... |
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My belief keeps strengthening... |
