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Hear the whisper of north land
frozen, soulless spirit sleeps
heathen people in the winter
prays mark of gathering.
Autumn winds be gone
will-o-the wisp, blaze of the night.
Mystic land of the autumn winds
shall meet the fate
rivers no longer revive and the trees die away.
