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They come at the call of the cold winds from southern ancheint spirits

They flow air and mist and rains, the path I remember and it’s just the same 

I can’t believe I remember the lyrics 

My coat is soaked through, almost lame and blind from stormy hailing rains

I wimper, I sing here, I bring her here

I give what I can, it is my decay 

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