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Meeting the Soul
Where did he go? Nobody knows; off to that den of snow, where the body meets the soul, where body meets the soul. Who did he find? That friend of mine, Creeping, walking through my mind, where dark trees slowly grow, where dark trees slowly grow. Why was he there? With skin so fair, with light green eyes and dark brown hair, that I so sorely missed? Whom I so sorely missed… I surely do not know, I surely do not know, but the body meets the soul, where the body meets the soul…
