The temperature sank below zero
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And the seas became giant mirrors
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And trees formed a crystal splendour
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The world is frozen to the core
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Take my hand and walk with me
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Through the corridors of snow and ice
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Through a gallery of reality
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History unfolds before your eyes
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There, between the exhibited bodies
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Framed by frozen blood
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Her skin scabrous, once so soft
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That must be the one, the one I once loved
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Gallery Of Reality
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| Autumn |
