Scilence
The people sit iced
In the winter
In the dark
They tremble in shadows
The night is cold
The night is endless
They're frozen in the snow
Like roses
They're sleeping
The flowers echo the sun
No one watches
No one rises
The fire of hope is our warmth
The flam is weary
It will die soon
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