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GoldenGateNum9

  • I DIED for beauty, but was scarce

    Adjusted in the tomb,

    When one who died for truth was lain

    In an adjoining room.

    He questioned softly why I failed?

    "For beauty," I replied.

    "And I for truth,—the two are one;

    We brethren are," he said.

    And so, as kinsmen met a night,

    We talked between the rooms,

    Until the moss had reached our lips,

    And covered up our names

    Hell dwells in ice

    Mix of winter forest photos with a beautiful music by Behemoth.
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