Ye does not know what's to come.
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Forests come falling down like ash.
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And must the colors cease to one?
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Let death come with snow in its wrath.
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With me, a weakened soul remains.
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An evil tried to break it down.
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But ye of only little faith...
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Can't see that my soul sings aloud.
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Oh, October has shed its tear.
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With nothing, all left to remain.
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But dead leaves always settle here.
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Where I may stand up in the rain...
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For ye of only little faith
A light with wings protects me
Here Winter comes with frozen fangs
Let it not ever prosper

Let no evil prosper.