The cold
And lips are covered by an ice,
She is n`t old,
But soon she is going to die,
Because she gave up her love,
And, after what, got lost,
As well, she had escaped from
All the things she loved most.
There is a winter on her face,
Her ice reflects an empty space,
She does n`t care what her life means,
She is going down from the scene.
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As it was not at all
At a hill there's warm
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