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delight of the moon is burning insidespiritless I lay on cryptic stonesmesmerising snow wait silent above meand my yearn for frost grow strongly.I am demona demon with a shadowed faceentering to my wintercoffinawaiting to see the dawnless realmsstaring into a ground of glassa perfect view I could failed into my eyesthe unsilent storms in the north abyss.
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