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Feb 2019
The northern world is waiting
It's like time has crystallized
Still frozen, hibernating
Waiting for the Sun to rise

And when I walk the winter world
So still and so serene
I spy on time still tightly furled
In hope of tender green
Written by
Ciel Noir
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