On this gloomy foggy day

On this gloomy foggy day we cry for the dead

We have gold horns to cover our heads

He laughs in the dawn of the day to remind us of all the dismay

They.me. and the outsider of the rest 

The forest deep and trees are kept

She needs them to keep her at best

The nature day and nature night sinks into the breaking tears 

On this cold cold day where the sun hides

We gather to aggravate the natural phase of life

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