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Who watches the snowy owl |
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In the rare winter's sun |
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Knows the breath-taking precision |
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Of an assassin |
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Who crosses the frozen lake |
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Wary of step |
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Knows the surface groans underfoot |
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Where a pale, blue face, lifeless says: |
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Strange days lie up ahead they've just been playing dead |
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What is done can not be undone |
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What follows the northern lights |
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Dangerous diamonds |
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Knows the sky is a great abyss |
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Opening, swallowing us all |
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Strange days shiver and shimmer in deep reverie |
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What is done can not be undone |
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Climb higher north towards the dangerous diamonds |
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Hands shake bones break the bells are ringing |
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The air is thinning |
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Who watches the snowy owl |
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In the rare winter's sun |
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Knows the rabbit can only hide |
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Some threats can not be outrun |
