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Lost in the storming of the north someone warm up his own beloved a feeble flower of the north |
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No one can hear their sos but could someone ever care less, of those two flowers grown in frozen grass? |
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She was brighter than a star he loved to watch the rain and just like a trick of life they departed in winter |
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Two frozen hearts sleep in the dust bonded by time in tears and rust in the darkest hall of winter lust |
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No one could hear their sos and no-one could ever care less, about two creatures laid to rest |