| I will no longer let you
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| Watch this freedom in her eyes
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| She"s a silhouette of white ice
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| A real beauteousness
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| Apart off those cold asher
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| Where her ehart had used to be You want to embrace her
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| And never let her go Spell of wonder
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| A scent of while blossoms
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| When you begrime her silhouette in the winds
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| Days of wonder
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| When you touch the while blossom
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| When you begrime her show white innocence
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| You will never succeed to stalk into her life
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| Unable to melt a frozen heart
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| To get too close to her
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| A heart that never had erupted
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| With a surface smooth as glass
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| You want to embrace her and never let her go Not any of your words can push a splint
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| Enough to pierce that heart
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| She"s beauteousness in infinity
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| Innocence in white
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| She"s a blossom in the wind, never can touch her, only feel
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| Your desire burns to grip the blossom in the wind
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| She"s a blossom in the wind, watch her abloom and withering
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| Your desire burns to grip innocence in the wind
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| Days of wonder
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| When you touch the while blossom
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| When you begrime pretentious innocence… |