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Snow freezes blood,
Cold wind smites ,
O Rider of Destiny, Ride ..

My heart is thawed,
Betrayed and humiliated,
Set free by one.

Rises the sun from East,
Too Bright to be Depressed.
Too Good to be Bad,
As it fades in the west.
Too Dim to be Jovial,
Too Low to Rise .

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