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In the shades he finds protection, he's a fallen angel on the run |
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The night welcomes him like a lost son |
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As he's walking under his brother moonlight |
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Nobody knows where he's coming from |
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His breath is freezing the branches of the trees |
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And his eyes are almost perforating the environment around him |
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[Refr:] |
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He sets the world under ice |
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His aura is white gleaming |
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Around him eternal coldness |
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But inside he hides a warm shine as he's waiting to change into spring |
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Sorrow and grief are his two companions, he's older than mankind |
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They fear him and the gifts he brings them |
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But they know they need him to reanimate creation |
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In the circle of nature he was always the most displeasing one |
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A scapegoat for the tragedies of life |
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And this is the way it will always be |
