White Willow Snowfall Lyrics

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Frost in a churchyard, silent falls the snow
Silent on gravestones cold, on stories old
So softly spoken, whispers from below
Heard by a searching ear

A mocking voice calls, calls from Limbo's gloom
"In time the living die, the dead remain"
The snow will cover living men and dead
All in its pure white cloak

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