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I stood in the snowy pines’ view -

It captured my eyes once again.

The pathways bring always to you

By whispers of winds in your hand.

The farther we wander away,

The longer your rivers will flow.

We’ll meet when it’s over, someday -

Under the clear skies of home.

Verily said,

This dreadful tide

Is the deadly triumph of the White Light.

What shall we leave

And bury behind,

To put an end to falling skyline?

Dragging through the squall

We face disdain and madness,

Amidst the ice and snow

Hearing nighthawk’s cries.

The nature so wise and old

Began to starve and fall.

In this final war of cold

Where could we find allies?

We’ll cover lands with our ways

To seek for the signs of new sun -

A seed that will burst into flames,

And make all your grasses reborn.

The farther we wander away,

The longer your rivers will flow.

We’ll meet when it’s over, someday -

Under the clear skies of home.