The snow, it falls so silently
In heaps of cold soft cotton.
Muffling the buried screams
That echo deep within.
In heaps of cold soft cotton
I fall as a child into memories
That echo deep within
Of frozen winters past.
I fall as a child into memories
Muffling the buried screams
Of frozen winters past.
The snow, it falls so silently.
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