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Scent of cold winds of the winter
Hallows my body with invigoration My sanity is reborn along with my soul And my spirit that was broken ever since. Picking my pieces that was been shattered Putting it together with enthusiasm Making every rhyme of my notes Light, peaceful and with pure solemnity. This music I made was really for you With passion and sense I fully endured My essence of mortal has now ended Now I can fly along with the stars.
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