| Strange how their love bloomed in the winter
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| Only to vanish in the spring
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| It never fails to make him shiver
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| To see the outline of her wings
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| Where she made her last snow angel
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| Little did they know
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| That it’d make a lasting impression
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| Deeper than the snow
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| In his soul, snow angel never faded
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| And when love calls to make that promise
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| One to be faithful and be true
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| It’s then temptation falls upon us
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| The world turns awkward and aloof
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| And with this betrayal
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| An angel descended from on high
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| Oh, but this was not a manger
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| And as he came inside to his fright
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| T’was no angel hanging naked
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| Strange how each year ‘round late November
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| When the first snow is on the ground
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| She reappears so he’ll remember
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| How a love so young can be cut down?
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| When she made her last snow angel
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| Little did they know
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| That it’d make a lasting impression
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| Deeper than the snow
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| In his soul, snow angel never faded
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| In his soul snow angel never faded |