The chilling

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I looked the world
From a glass of faith
And they just broke it down

And I was shattered
From their strike
With feelings broken down

The lost up space
And empty face
And golden ringing bells

The fest to come
But in my life
No place for love and care

When reaching out
The winter snow
I find the drops of blood

Chanting prayers
And fog and mist
And chilling in the world

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