| (Far separated from its winter
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| A blizzard would rage for one day
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| While strong men fought the uneven battle
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| The wind poured out its pain and dismay)
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| Wait for the anger to subdue itself
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| You don’t have the strength to change it
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| Like tossed from above without warning
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| A fistful of ice swiftly stunned him
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| A voice was heard «You're gonna fly! |
| Guess you can say your last prayer.
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| But I won’t let you go. |
| You’re gonna fly. |
| Fooled by the undertow.»
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| Snowbound
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| Boy embraced to death by cold hands of winter
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| Never had a chance to say goodbye
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| (As quickly as it had unfolded
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| The blizzard deceased after taking its toll)
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| Damage was done when they came to aid
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| He was cold as the snow he lay upon
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| As he fought to survive
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| His struggles carved in snow
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| Almost angelic
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| «You're gonna fly! |
| Snowbound and dressed all in white. |
| But your spirit will
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| rise. |
| You’re gonna fly. |
| Embark on excursion demise.»
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| Snowbound
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| Boy embraced to death by cold hands of heaven
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| Never had a chance to say goodbye
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| Never had a chance to say goodbye
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| Snowbound
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| Boy embraced to death by the cold hands of heaven
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| Never had a chance to say goodbye
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| Snowbound
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| Boy embraced to death by the cold hands of heaven
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| Never had a chance to say goodbye
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| Say goodbye
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| Left a sea of questions
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| Left a crowd in grief |