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Riding throught the mighty forest

In search of light

while snow falling in my skin

the moon called me

In this trip,in my last steps

I glimpse my destination

Trees and spirits of the forest

were hide from me

Without name and without face,only my black cloak

it admits to the world my history

In decemberside of life

nothing pretend

the fragments of my exsistence

don't give me regrets

thta day of fog and ice

in the silence of night

the stars were give me a chance

called eternity

In this trip,in my last steps

I glimpse my destination

Trees and spirits of the forest

were hide from me

Without name and without face,only my black cloak

it admits to the world my history