there were secrets in the snow..
come and play it taunted
but something about its soft luster
seemed so dangerously wicked.
staring from my window..
i wonder, will i have the courage
the will power to face this..
the white demon that blows in the wind.
come and play it taunted
but something about its soft luster
seemed so dangerously wicked.
staring from my window..
i wonder, will i have the courage
the will power to face this..
the white demon that blows in the wind.
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