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Night... silent night |
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Snow on the roof |
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My breath turned to ice |
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My mind was aloof |
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Cold winter moon |
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Shone through the reed |
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Glistering frost |
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What night for my deed! |
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Onward and onward |
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Away from the light |
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To the lake by the grove |
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To a beautiful white |
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Ah - what innocence |
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The nature of grace |
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But there shall be blood |
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I would mire this place! |
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White turned to red |
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As I tore them apart |
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I dined with the swans |
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I drank from their heart |
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Their fevering cries |
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Dulled with a crack |
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I broke all their spines |
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I drank from their neck |
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As I came back to myself |
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I heard not one sound |
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Feathers fell like snow |
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Unto cold sparkling ground |
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I divided from remorse |
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In this night of great chill |
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And vanished into the darkness |
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It was time for a kill |
