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the freezing black wind of blooming winter

Blooming winter

Tearing on the withering leaves

Leaves of winter

The waves will pull them under

Waves of winter

Should we stay

And make our stead here

Willing to bleed and to die

Or should we run

Run towards the dying of the sun

And leave all love behind

Aside from the wind, the waves

and the falling of leaves

The only sound is the sound

Of silence