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The night unfolds in silver breath
A quiet hymn the frost has spun
The hills lie dreaming, still as death
Beneath the watchfire of the sun
That hides behind the winter moon
A lantern in the frozen sky
Its glow a soft, eternal rune
That guides the wandering dreams that fly
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