I hang ever so lonely, enjoying the glow of burning stars
Amongst the clouds. I whisper.
pleading for merciful snowfall
pleading for merciful snowfall
Paths lead us to white castles, tree limbs scratch away
at our imagination, running through snow banks
at our imagination, running through snow banks
A shiver creeps up my spine
I breathe a cloud of fine contentment
I breathe a cloud of fine contentment
Bring me warmth, oh Winter
For within you, I may find my melting heart
For within you, I may find my melting heart
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