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SINGER: The Gathering
SONG:On Most Surfaces (inuit)
The frost hits me in the eye and wakes me these are blurry winters and i cannot see I walk into the white light of the snow when the sun comes i break it with my shadow which tells me where i go The frost hits me in the eye and wakes me I am the snow falling down on you i tear up your face with my frost and make you run to somewhere warm when i come i see you get away i burst out about your emptyness The frost hits me in the eye and wakes me these are blurry winters and i cannot see
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