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Cold, dark, my Winter, my beloved bride

Womb of death, mother of the unborn

Her look I fear, and her intents I doubt

Shut the sun door

And when thou hast done so

Come with me

Come with me, come past hope, past cure, past help

Come, seeling wind, and bless me

With the wind... the snow... the purity... the solitude

Perfection, my season, you're so pure, my Winter

The wind...

The snow...

The purity...

The solitude...