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Oh, my morning snow
The purest gift you are
landing on our forests
despite the sick life
of humankind

White promises you gave us
soft ideals to grant us
The tears of Gods are landing free
and bless the sins of humanity

Sheds of blood covered you
the purity against the filth
of a race that didn’t deserve you
melting into this mourning world
the sadness I feel will never end
For another winter you give the treasure
The hopeless light for humanity
blind to your sweet secrets
the doom and bleak days will remain.

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