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Pale leaves fall silently in the dead of winter I realise I have lived far too long I was once a bold and outgoing singer but no longer has life left me any single song- in the night's thickest snow I wander the heartless winds they blow loud and strong tears of forlorn love on icy rocks they flounder in this chilling hour I weep, to none do I belong
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Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 1:40 AM UTC
After Schubert's 'Winterreise'
Pale leaves fall silently in the dead of winter I realise I have lived far too long I was once a bold and outgoing singer but no longer has life left me any single song- in the night's thickest snow I wander the heartless winds they blow loud and strong tears of forlorn love on icy rocks they flounder in this chilling hour I weep, to none do I belong
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Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 1:40 AM UTC
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