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This cold breath of solemn snow storm
onwards to the north east
this landscape is in my DNA
I own the seasons, I own the ice that melts away...

And every time on summer there is a peak that I won't climb
the road will be the longest for my soul
since I was 5
and over this high mountains there is a peace that I won't find
forever I will seak it and this thought keeps me alive
this is my pagan heritage and it is what keeps me alive
my existence is connected to the wild
Forever Bound to the Alps.

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