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The winter queen looks up and sighs: |
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I wish that I controlled the skies |
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For up above is where to stand |
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To rule those who walk on the land |
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The summer queen flies by and sees |
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Her realm of butterflies and bees |
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And said, I wish I lived below |
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Instead I sail where breezes blow |
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And the rain came down |
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It tried to seep |
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Into the ground |
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But water deep |
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Pecked and poked |
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And sodden soil |
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Already soaked |
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Began to roil |
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The prince of silence walks below |
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Inside a cave of ice and snow |
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He says "I wonder why?" but words |
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Are locked in glaciers, never heard |
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The prince of music on guitar |
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Neglects to play a single bar |
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But music trapped inside his head |
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Resounds and fills the space instead |
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The winter queen looks up and sighs... |
