As the white flakes pours from the skySeems to me like the sky is holding tears from it's eyesCouldn't stand to pourSo it began to roarAs I began to soar, before I stepped to hornI still feel the mourning every morningWhile I still hold down the painI let it bury it in my chestSo I just leave it to restAllow my body to questBefore it's left with the rest.
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its beautiful :)
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