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    Come and take me away Procession waits for ceremony
    White hearse among the trees And endless line of black hoods
    Nothing will break the solemnity First Gates are closed
    Another opens for me to fall into oblivion... ... Mountains of the grief
    Guards of my ethereal sleep I never thought how hard this road is
    The road that I have been led to nowhere I have left this all to contemplate
    the snowfall
    To realize myself...

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    Composition: Forest Stream

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