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Winterfylleth
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The Hallowing of Heirdom
Old are the woods And the buds that do break From the coarse brier's boughs, When the fierce winds wake.
Old are our ways As the streams that still rise, Where the snow now sleeps cold In the deep azure skies.
So, who are we now, A horde of their ghosts? Or oaks that were acorns, 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 From the trees of their hopes?
Sing of such a history, Of come and of gone. If their means they were wise, In ourselves they live on.
So, who are we now, A horde of their ghosts? Or oaks that were acorns, From the trees of their hopes?
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