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Land Of The Autumn WindsHear the whisper of north landfrozen, 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. |