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winter comes
winter goes
but tomorrow's always
the end of the world

windows close
bridges burn
but tomorrow's always
the end of the road

light me afire
and carry me with you
through endless
abandoned
mining tunnels,
love

i'm here to whisper
to you deepest secret
scavengers
found never
much they sought though carts filled
up

there they were searching
long and hard
but their optics
blindfolded
by lustprinzip's
dust

and numb each gloved finger
permafrosted by fright
of the night bitter
plus they didn't know
what it was
what it was

what it was
they were looking for,
regardless
but you show the way
i'll show you gems

winter comes
winter goes
but tomorrow's always
the end of the world

well, moats form
bridges burn
but tomorrow's always
the end of the road

tomorrow's always
the end of the road
to those who see cliffed

horizon
and see infinity

along the way