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There is an ancient path
Scowling between trees
Landscapes of forest
Where the snow falls
As the sunset is coming
The coldness is invading
My body
And my blackened spirit
Take my hand and join
The darkness of cold
And now the
Grey skylines in my sight
Forever stormed,
Leaves of trees are frozen
As I walk
To these pure landscapes
When the winds
Are blowing in my face
I can feel their breath
I can listen to their songs
Their songs of poetry
And blacked melancholy
Oh .... Snowstormed forested landscapes (X 4)
