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Snow falls
Without a sound
From a high castle
Built on sand

By day the flames burned
With red embers
By night the fires died
As rained, white ashes

In the silence
The storm is approaching
Turn from the wind
Secede

Crossing the river wide
Holding out an open hand
That is not taken
And turned
Aside

Snow
Falls without a sound
From a high castle
Built upon sand

As ashes released from a cask scatter

May the soil made clay
Make the shivering all fade away
May this detritus make plain
That our story could make way

As the last fading hope dies
In the face of the sun
All your demons shall guide the way

Tremble
Before Thine
Castle

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