Chapter 6 A Song for This Winter

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I can't recall That the summer came this year before the fall Leafs didn't grow on trees, grass wasn't green No lifesigns to be found It's like a soundscape of silence The final harvest has become with bare hands we sowed the fields of ice Lats crop that died on the ground Into the frozen soil Where I bury myself to be reborn I can't recall That the summer came this year before the fall To The land of thousand frozen lakes Where the endless winter without sun will bury us Like a snowfall

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