Still In Dark And Cold I Sit
| Ezra of the Cleftlands |
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Still in dark and cold I sit,
unlike the roaring frozen shore. Like candlewicks unlit, Still in dark and cold I sit. The icy waves break and split, while firm I stay like flames of yore. Still in dark and cold I sit, unlike the roaring frozen shore. |
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