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The cold cleanses my soul |
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And reveal to me |
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The harmony that long was lost |
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It sets my spirits free |
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At last I feel, I feel at ease |
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The winter cold just grants me peace |
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The bitter cold is here |
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Light dies, I hear you cry |
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A dismal life appear |
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I live while others die |
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Softly caressed by silence |
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And by the darkest night |
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I make my way through shadows |
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Into the dying light |
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The pain inside, it withers away |
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The silence is here, it leads me astray |
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In the cold dead winter |
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My mind is free |
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In the grip of silence |
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Life is burning in me |
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At last I feel, I feel at ease |
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The winter cold just grants me peace |
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The bitter cold is here |
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Light dies, I hear you cry |
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A dismal life appear |
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I live while others die |
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I live while others die |
