Pure Northern Light
The Days Of The Trumpet Call
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I chose the path amongst snow drifts and ice
That leads to the bridge made of pure northern light
Pure northern light
Pure northern light
Flying high in cold white Bulgarian mountains
There amid the ancient snow frost of the evergreens
Silent and awesome in their strength
I knew the correctness of my decision
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