The night falls in the forest and the light fades away
The wind cries over the snowy plains as I wait for another day
The circles of thought don't turn
The candles cease to burn
I'm left alone the darkness that fills my heart
I hear kind of weeping, small voice but a great pain
which
weeping
warmth
touch
thought
still
small
rescue
there
plains
tears
darkness
voice
candles
frost
circles
falls
cease
cries
become
turns
another
because
great
window
fills
fades
snowy
fingertips
forest
grows
leaving
state
heart
things
alone
light
crawl
night
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