Above silk gardens sweet sins sweep alone
A threat to highborns condemned to atone
A threat to highborns condemned to atone
Where pallid footsteps of greatness once stroll
And funeral winds in the forests still howl
A single sprout blossom dares not to splinter
Exposed to the wickedness of midnight winter
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