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Somnium timoris
Desiderum praeteritum
Maestitia praesentiae

Iced winds blow through my hair
My fingers are cold
My blood is frozen
Our time will come
I will be there
Somnium timoris   Desiderum praeteritum   Maestitia praesentiae      Iced winds blow through my hair   My fingers are cold   My blood is frozen   Our time will come   I will be there
 
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