| It was just a moment, a moment of passion
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| Like a mountain stream, crystalline and clean
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| Tumbling and crashing
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| It was something special, few will ever know
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| Something out of line, standing out of time
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| A flower in the snow
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| He was just a wanderer on his way to nowhere
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| Like a bird in flight, passing in the night
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| He didn’t have a care
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| And she came to him in darkness and gave it all away
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| All the years of waiting, shyly hesitating
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| She stayed 'til day
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| And it was just a moment, a moment of passion
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| Like a mountain stream, crystalline and clean
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| Tumbling and crashing
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| And it was something special, few will ever know
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| Something out of line, standing out of time
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| A flower in the snow
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| But the wanderer left her and travelled on his way
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| Whistling a tune for the man in the moon
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| Far away
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| And she lit a candle and left it in the window
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| Let the light burn 'cause lovers never learn
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| How to let go
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| When it was just a moment, a moment of passion
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| Like a mountain stream, crystalline and clean
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| Tumbling and crashing
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| It was something special, few will ever know
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| Something out of line, standing out of time
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| A flower in the snow
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| A flower in the snow |