Wilderness of Manitoba (The)
St. Petersburg
He was just a servant in the kingdomA place of birth where someday he would fallWas laid to rest upon a bloody SundayHurried inside the empty palace wallsWhen he fell before the ancient rulerVictims for the freedom of the massOh we hear of those who came before usShape of futures with them, broken handsI have longed to find her in the forestDressed in white and ivy by her sideThe autumn clouds will gather all around herBringing all the fogs she needs to hideShe had many lives to live through seasonsHidden in the curtains of the roomThe golden sun will guide her through the winterA daylight sense upon her sleeping true
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