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• The Cold Wind Of My Breath Is Always Blowing

The rain through who i rode is ethereal
Our forests are eternal
The cold wind of my breath is always blowing
In the frost that lies beneath the sky


The snowy mountain
The freezing glance of the moon, so cold
On my narrow path to darkness
Beholding the eternity…

..Orion 05

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