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Winter Glow
Where the pathway ends,
there i'll go,
Up the hillside, it bends
where soft winds blow
And the fresh growing grass
so ripe and mellow,
And the river flows
so quite, down below
It's like heaven has landed
from seven skies above
and the landscape, painted
This is Eden, aeons ago
"It is morning
and it is mist
It is the beginning
of all celestial bliss"
Comes the cold dawn
my flame will grow
To warm the weather
and weather the snow
On the tip of a time
sleet and snow
And light a pyre
let my winter glow
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