Destroyed Temple
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1.
In the morning, a blizzard swept in from afar,
Whispering secrets to the landscape, near and far.
The crow's cries silenced by the icy wind's call,
Lost in the swirling dance of snowfall.
Chorus:
Chorale born under arches, a symphony entwined,
Melodies of olden times, secrets confined.
Confusion weaved in the old tapestries' threads,
Stories of bygone eras, where time both halts and treads.
2.
Underneath ancient arches' embrace,
A chorale of whispers echoed in grace.
Through the portal of time, it came,
Stirring old tapestries, setting them aflame.
Chorus
3.
Mystical melodies filled the air,
Weaving tales of magic beyond compare.
The blizzard, a portal to another land,
Where dreams and reality walk hand in hand.
Chorus
4.
In the heart of winter's icy hold,
Legends and mysteries untold.
The crow's cries lost in the enchanting thrall,
As the blizzard whispered, captivating all.
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