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The temperature sank below zero
And the seas became giant mirrors
The world is frozen to the core
And trees formed a crystal splendour
Take my hand and walk with me
Trough the corridors of snow and ice
Though a gallery of reality
History unfolds before your eyes
There, between the exhibited bodies
Framed by dozen blood
Her skin scabrous, once so soft
That must be the one, the one I once loved
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