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Snowfall/ Immortals
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lifted Winter breeze, winter breeze,
you warm me on your coldest night.
Where there is no warmth, but light,
frozen veins,
this blood in me wont run again.
I take shelter in the rainless thundering,
and the rain thereafter
As the crystaline box in chest plays
its tunes for itself.
How do immortals live,
when ones heart
is broken enough.
I wounder.
