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Sometimes silence is cold as snow.

Blizzard falling incessantly inside me

Ringing of the auroras resounding

Still building the way out of this icy prison

Silence is broken

At pain song winds

Telling another story

This more dramatic and bitter

Snow falls on the ground

Tells a story of anguish

We are brothers

The cold and we, the silence and we

The paths of conscience

Always going to be our prison.

Sometimes cold

And ruthless ...