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Mar 2017
Iron tempered by the fire
quench my heart, with your desire
drag me back into the cold
world is falling, i get old
turning into piece of iron
getting tempered in the fire
till i cant no longer feel
and no longer know whats real
dropped into these empty lands
turned to iron by lords hand
calm as white clear snowy field
faith and peace my sturdy shield
Written by
Ilya Molotov
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     Kalon, --- and Gidgette
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