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Her frosted essence hints of winter coming closer, like the last time
My yearning presence's waiting for the dawn of grace, like the last ime
After fall of leaves her spell was gone, black dyed november
After fall of leaves my love was gone, black dyed november
The snow has fallen and the woods are veiled by her, she's so bewitching
Greyness, of sullen mourning skies are torn asunder, she's so bewitching
After the leaves have fallen down…
After fall of leaves her spell was gone, black dyed november
After fall of leaves my love was gone, black dyed november
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