Hill Of Pains
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More I rise
More I feel loneliness
Cruel and merciless
Fatal blizzard I withstand
Witness the frozen ice
Faces are more colourless
Hearts are colder inside
Hundreds of tons
The folds of the words
Pressed together tight
A nail in the chest
The hill of pains untold
Rises more and more
That day the hill melts
The rivers over flow
The moment I meet with you
I get a sigh of relief
When I unfold my sorrow.
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