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Ulver
little bird in blue worlds spinning things with wings beating the sacred heart running cold and scared wanting warmer weather to leave all winter behind the cutting edge of the sword in blood of the burning heart nailed into unholy ground and the skies going under over paradise is offering something to prevent nothing little bird in white worlds singing nothing to hear without heed of the heart cut by the swords of heaven
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