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Snow falls, drifted by the cold wind
A blanket for the dead of the city
Slow break to the accelerations
Hopefully the snow will stay

In our dying world
Where we're reduced to machines
Snow is the last escape
From a hot, fast nightmare

There are very few things comparable
To the joy one gets from sitting inside
With the snow falling gently
With a fire in front, and coffee in hand

In our dying world
Where we're reduced to machines
Snow is the last escape
From a hot, fast nightmare

But it's a warming world
And the snow can't last
For much longer yet
The nightmare only
Intensifies in the hellish
Years to come

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from Ghosts of Futures Past, released March 3, 2017

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Gothic music project of a woman and her synths

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