| The silence of snow plays its mighty chant. |
| Winter hear my fears!
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| Do tears make a sound when everything is still? |
| You taught me how to cry…
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| And yet I am here short of diamonds in my eyes
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| I forgot how to walk on my favorite stage
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| To dance without falling, to speak without faltering
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| To love my inner being…
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| Winter, hit back at me! |
| I’ll steal away your crown
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| Inside your kingdom how would you call me?
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| A king with no throne? |
| A fool with no home?
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| Inside the snowstorm what makes us even?
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| The frailty of our feelings, their being errant?
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| There must be something here, pounding in our chests.
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| Don’t ask me to pretend, I won’t do that.
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| Give me back the innocence in my choices,
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| Don’t you know this is what I’m waiting for?
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| Inside your kingdom how would you call me?
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| A king with no throne? |
| A fool with no home?
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| Inside the snowstorm what makes us even?
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| The frailty of our feelings, their being errant?
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| No shadows, no suffering
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| I restrain my soul from flying high
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| «Inside my kingdom would you call me a king without throne
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| a kingdom burns without a king»
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| «Die, diamond, die, in my eyes
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| Die, diamond, die, innocence in my choices»
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| Winter, face me, praise my lavish farce!
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| All this fret on stage, just eases all my fears
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| Finally, the truth is we’re living this alone,
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| after all our strains, the final curtain comes to caress us…
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| Inside your kingdom how would you call me?
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| A king with no throne? |
| A fool with no home?
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| Inside the snowstorm what makes us even?
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| The frailty of our feelings, their being errant?
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| Each snowflake I swallow it just tastes the same,
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| but how bitter would I ever be outside your world?
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| The further I walk, the more I drift away
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| Often I feel that… I… restrain my soul, from flying high
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| The silence of snow, played its mighty chant
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| Winter, hear my fears… |