» Dagny Mory - RED HORIZONS

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In a mountain town where the snow runs deep,
They carve the coffin.
The old way to keep
From cedar trees with a resin smell
That masks the truth of the tale they tell.
Each box is made for a soul gone cold.
Some too young,
Some too old.
But the wood don't care for the age or name.
It closes

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