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The Frigid Time
In the colour of purity
devoid of life, he lies holding
the crucified in his hands.
Sans distress, sans lamentation.
Hesitated tears, confined words.
Nobody to chant prayers for the soul....
devoid of life, he lies holding
the crucified in his hands.
Sans distress, sans lamentation.
Hesitated tears, confined words.
Nobody to chant prayers for the soul....
