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Amazing is the woods on the winter,
Naked from the benign leaves
And the wind
Spinning gently among the grey figures
As they dance for the crying wolf
Oh the great north
So far on the mountains high
Where the earth and the sky touch
In a preposterous way
And all the colors are consumed
By the white snows
That cloaks them to the way down
Have you seen grandeur of the north?
Have you felt the cold winter in your bones?
Where only pure burning fire
Could keep you alive
On a night
There is fear too
On the shadows
On the rocks
On the wild
But who am I to say
What is scary for you?
I only hear the water
Somewhere in long gone
Reminds me of my needs
And my desire for the exile
I still dream some times
In a strange ways
But I lost my track of thought
I can see her
The queen of the north
And I lover her
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