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It was all the the way that she died
shivering and white
stiff body revealed in the hills by the northern lights
so we crept up through the cliffs and found her laying there cold in the night
But the moon's glaring absence told us to stay
and your voice in the trees seemed to say
"Oh keep away the wolves, it's dark in these mountains, and my life has gone still, my body won't last through the night if you don't stay with me in these hills"

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