As thou await for the embrace of the poudrins
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thou hear the roaring of a stormy wind
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thou feel a gelid shiver deep within
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as thou wonder what will this winter bring
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The spectress of winter are rising
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under the pale north star
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mist benights the horizon
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cold and arcane it appears
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Hearken thy mournful euphony
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when wintry tempest so furious sweep
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sounds so majestic, a symphony
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so enchanting a deep sonorous grief
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Carry me o'mighty winter
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to my desolate realm
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where i shall narrate my tale of woe
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my creed my unseemliness
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the northern light above the murky skies
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enchaning me it's so divine
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as the winter nights slowly enlarges
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snow conceals it's winther'd leaves
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I'm thy winter fire
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embrace thee with desire
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always sorrounding thee
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and enswathing thee
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Yet it shall bloom
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the mid'winter storm
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that compels
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the landscape to deform
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embellishing in
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the enchanting twilight
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as the master of winter
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evinces his might
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Carry me o'mighty winter
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to my desolate realm
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where i shall narrate my tale of woe
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my creed my unseemliness
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The poudrins embrace my cold realm
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so arcane but yet so gracious
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it emerged in solemn splendour
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so alluring and beyond divine
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The Mournful Euphony
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The Sins of Thy Beloved |