HÃämärä, morning city
Lies like a moose's breath
A black sky above it
Heavy, ⠤äretön
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Bathed in the sun
Marching in the morning mist
Thousand dead
br/>Life never goes out
Even under the frosty ground
The seed smoulders, sleeps on the ground
Until the sun rises again
I press päà¤me in your arms
Let me be at home
In Kaihola forever
Looking for comfort

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