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The water pours its embracing arms ’round the stone Decay drips from the unquiet void where the ice forms, where life ends The stone is, by the crimson blood, swallowed; the red tide, beyond the ebon wound, contorted My sacrifice bids farewell in this river of memory: a wave to end all time Oh... Red birds escape from my wounds, return as falling snow to sweep the landscape A wind, haunted; wings without bodies Oh... The snow -- the bitter snowfall You long to die in her pale arms, crystalline; to become an ode to silence, in the soul of a mountain of birds, fallen Oh... The cascading pallor of ghost-less feather The snow has fallen, and raised this white mountain on which you will die and fade away, in silence
