Lyrics:
that God'll take me to the all highest points Take me away from all these wars that I wage Everyday, pump the brakes, view's opaque Feyre's got a curse
wolde, Ant fingers feyre to folde, God wolde hue were myn! Blou, northerne wynd!
to holde With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde Ant fingres feyre for to folde God wolde hue were myn! Blow northerne wynd Send thou me my suetyng blow northerne
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