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Her frosted essence hints of winter coming closer, like the last time |
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My yearning presence's waiting for the dawn of grace, like the last ime |
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After fall of leaves her spell was gone, black dyed november |
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After fall of leaves my love was gone, black dyed november |
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The snow has fallen and the woods are veiled by her, she's so bewitching |
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Greyness, of sullen mourning skies are torn asunder, she's so bewitching |
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After the leaves have fallen down |
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After fall of leaves her spell was gone, black dyed november |
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After fall of leaves my love was gone, black dyed november |
