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all my dreamstake me backwardsi can seea little childhis motherin blackwhat a pleasuretouched by deathsnow fallscover the deadcold doesn'ttouch herice meltsas the warm tears fallkissing the dead brotherand it's snowing stillin a lake of whiteswans stareat their directionsad they liveblack strange birds are comingalthough earlythe night deep fallstears turn to iceby the coldthe snow covers his bodyand the snow stops fallingin shape like crows and as swansbecome wizards speaking human wordsthe morning next together they will be
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