Blazing fire under the falling white snow
The night is quiet with only the lights glow
Sleeping on their bed, children of sorrow
They dream of things they shouldn’t know
Blazing fire under the falling white snow
Long night without a thought of tomorrow
Burning up inside the heart of my fellow
Old-time story retold as the time flows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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