Dripping, dripping in the arms of the Snow
Swirling, swirling going with the Wind's flow

Dancing and dancing on the music of the Earth
Perishing and perishing to the Fire's great mirth

There in the ashes of the once great Love
Lies the Hate of which we can never get rid of

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