It's snowing, it's snowing. |
To the white stars in the blizzard
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Geranium flowers reach for the window frame.
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It's snowing, it's snowing. |
As if not flakes are falling,
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And in a tear-stained coat, the firmament descends to the ground.
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It's snowing, it's snowing.
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It's snowing and everything is in turmoil.
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Everything takes flight, steps of the black staircase,
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Crossroad turn.
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It's snowing, it's snowing.
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It's snowing and everything is in turmoil.
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Surprised pedestrian, surprised plants.
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Crossroad turn.
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As if with a kind of eccentric, from the top landing,
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Sneaking, playing hide and seek, the sky descends from the attic.
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Because life does not wait, you will not look back and Christmas time,
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Like a short interval, you look there and the New Year.
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It's snowing, it's snowing.
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It's snowing and everything is in turmoil.
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Everything takes flight, steps of the black staircase,
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Crossroad turn.
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It's snowing, it's snowing.
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It's snowing and everything is in turmoil.
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Surprised pedestrian, surprised plants.
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Crossroad turn.
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It's snowing, it's snowing.
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It's snowing and everything is in turmoil.
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Everything takes flight, steps of the black staircase,
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Crossroad turn.
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It's snowing, it's snowing.
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It's snowing and everything is in turmoil.
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Surprised pedestrian, surprised plants.
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Crossroad turn. |