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When nights are cold
When the nights are cold and the stars grow dim,
The wind whispers softly, a melancholy hymn.
Shadows stretch long beneath the moon's pale light,
Wrapping the earth in a veil of quiet night.
The trees stand...
The wind whispers softly, a melancholy hymn.
Shadows stretch long beneath the moon's pale light,
Wrapping the earth in a veil of quiet night.
The trees stand...
