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1996-2007
khanada rhodes
winter marches on
the trade's on
she drains emotion
to drink from her breast of fortune
dreams have frozen crystal in the morning
birth time rose
a thorn for coronation
all
arise from
your rest
we
will find
enough there to feed you
soon
you'll
belong to the blessed
spare
us your
lives while we need you
loud
is the
music the crowd is bringing
out of
my
head as the winter marches on
loud
is the
music the sky is ringing
out of
my
head as the winter marches on
loud
is the
music the crowd is bringing
out of
my
head as the winter marches on
loud
is the
music the sky is ringing
out of
my
head as the winter marches on
and
on
winter
marches
on