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Sparkling trees of silver foam |
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Cast shadows soft in winter home |
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Swaying branches breaking sound |
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Lonely forests trembling ground |
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Masquerading leaves of blue |
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Run circles round the morning dew |
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Patterns understood by you |
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Reaching out beyond and before |
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Time like gold dust brings mind down |
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To levels hidden underground |
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Say a few words to the wind |
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That's all thats left of winters friend |
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Reaching the snow in the days of the cold |
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Casting a spell out of Ice |
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Now that you're gone the summers too long |
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And it seems like the end of my life |
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Beyond and before |
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Sparkling trees of silver foam |
|
Cast shadows soft in winter home |
|
Swaying branches breaking sound |
|
Lonely forests trembling ground |
|
Masquerading leaves of blue |
|
Run circles round the morning dew |
|
Patterns understood by you |
|
Reaching out beyond and before |
|
Reaching the snow in the days of the cold |
|
Casting a spell out of Ice |
|
Now that you're gone the summers too long |
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And it seems like the end of my life |
|
Beyond and before |
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Time like gold dust brings mind down |
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Time like gold dust brings mind down |
