| A fall immaculate, like the frozen tears of a broken god
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| She thought they were all hers alone
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| Sure there is no more warmth inside
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| She went outside to feel the wind
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| Nature showed off her finest today
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| So beautiful is her white gown
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| Everything else just fades away
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| Oh Winter morning
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| Steal her heart and freeze it within your hand
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| Oh Winter morning
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| She is your princess unborn
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| Unaware of the tempest raging
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| Oh Winter morning
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| Bury her under the snows
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| And prepare for the coming storm
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| The Sun being no cheer at all
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| Pale, livid, empty just like her
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| The day is dull and grey
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| She feels safe before this mirror
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| Sadly she can’t evade the scars
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| A wound so far from healing
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| Beware, such a cold glass heart is at a drop from shattering
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| One with the snow deep
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| She whispers a last sigh
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| From her frozen heart denied
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| Lost to a world asleep
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| Oh Winter morning
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| Steal her heart and freeze it within your hand
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| Oh Winter morning
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| She is your princess unborn
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| Unaware of the tempest raging
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| Oh Winter morning
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| Bury her under the snows
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| And prepare for the coming storm |