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Dusk

Open up the frosty cold,

As winter told the bold.

For freeze of all will take the fall,

And reserect the old.

 

For danger cries revenge.

Upon the stoney hedge.

Sorrounded by the dignity.

Lost around the bend.

 

Bring to me the the mountain peak.

Across the dangers of the peak.

And wallow as you must.

Turning towards the dusk.