Tartharia half a sense

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The bonfire's dying
Leaving dust on the snow
Primary turns out final
Beaming wherever you go
Snowflakes within the strong wind
Are tearing into the dell
It's easy enough to lie you a thing
It's hard to deceive your own self
The bridge of your first and last days
Is squeaking under your feet
You've got to make a choice anyway
The choice you will never submit
The fall gives no life
The winter supposes to bury me
Somebody is to survive
Another one takes no charity
The light is falling
Onto the sea of dry leafs
Your bones are singing and calling
Among the valleys of grief
The fall gives no life
The winter supposes to bury me
Somebody is to survive
Another one takes no charity
I won't receive any winter warmth
And even be buried by it

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