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The winter takes my soul Without stupid questions I"m covered with black snow; I"m covered with white ashes. The winter takes my heart It"s frozen like a snowflake; I"m falling down from stars To suffer from a headache. The winter takes my wit But I am not repenting; I was a stranger here In senseless world of plenty. The winter takes my eyes But this won"t even hurt me I"ve lost all paints of life Before the coldness came here. The winter takes me whole Without any surplus Now fire is my foe I"m limpid like a cold gas.
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