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• Artiste: Israfel
• Titre: Elle Boude
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As winter descends on the forest so cold The forest breathes deep and lets out a sigh Creaking and groaning like the one that is old The forest strains to hold up the sky Where once a creek flowed Now there is glass Mirroring skeletons of trees and dead grass And bright colored leaves imprisoned by the frost Float down from the sky and soon become lost It was here that I found a path of hard ground That held the light like a fog as a strolled And that light it weighed down my coat to the ground A dream that was held in the palm of your hand Has split like a tear and frozen the land What used to be certain What used to hold fast Seems to split, to tear And can never last