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Melodies of frozen harp, Igniting the morning sky, when the Day comes, cold and sharp, played by Wind across the plains, harsh, Incisive, angry, biting like the Northen wolves fighting, desperate with Trembling hunger snarls Echoing, blood on snow Red on white - the winter woe.
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Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
Midwinter
Melodies of frozen harp, Igniting the morning sky, when the Day comes, cold and sharp, played by Wind across the plains, harsh, Incisive, angry, biting like the Northen wolves fighting, desperate with Trembling hunger snarls Echoing, blood on snow Red on white - the winter woe.
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Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
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