my love grows like the mounding winter snow
beautiful pastures are now bitter cold
smothered beneath this crazy white dust
was a beautiful grass, tender as it was rushed
and i'm failing, i'm falling, i'm landing, i'm free
but stored under white, the potential energy
but when that blazing ball of fire
resumes it position in the sky
the snow will all fade faster than
how quickly my heart died
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