Mighty though in sadness comes impetuos thy wind
The sweetest and the darkest who Satan’s secrets deems
Thine breath o’er the forests, it gilds the landscape whole
Oh, overture of winter, your strain hath mee in thrall
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I've been sucking morning Waiting for the beat I've been running circles Searching for the…