Lost in the storming of the north
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someone warm up his own beloved
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a feeble flower of the north
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No one can hear their sos
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but could someone ever care less,
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of those two flowers grown in frozen grass?
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She was brighter than a star
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he loved to watch the rain
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and just like a trick of life
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they departed in winter
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Two frozen hearts sleep in the dust
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bonded by time in tears and rust
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in the darkest hall of winter lust
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No one could hear their sos
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and no-one could ever care less,
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about two creatures laid to rest
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Flower
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| Novembre |
