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Gold shining beneath the sunlight
Silver glowing in the morning dew
Giggle like a nightingale’s song echoing in the night
A white dove’s feather among hundreds of crows
I don't know at all how I fisrt came to be in this place but it seems I've been wandering this barren and cold land for ages.
Firstly the cold penetrated my bones so deeply it felt they would ...