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The boat on the lake is always frozen in time. |
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The winter descends as she can hear motorbikes. |
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But every time, the engine always dies. |
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As the wheels spin, her tears turn to ice. |
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He's been gone seven years, but still the bike remains, |
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Under the frost of ballerina lake. |
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Ballerina why do you dance so sad? |
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You're fulfilling the dream that he never got to see you have. |
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Awakes and sleeps, only with memories, |
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They kiss her every night on her head |
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Like little notes of things he said to remind her |
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He's alive and well inside her body. |
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But what's a memory without a life? |
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It doesn't fill her empty side. |
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In their room, she'll reminisce behind a widow's gaze, |
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Lying on the bed imagining he's awake. |
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She's wearing his clothes scented with all their highs, |
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As the musical box is playing ballerina chimes. |
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The perfect end holds a place very dear by her side. |
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The motorbike revs and she can taste the ride. |
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Cracks appear as she pirouettes. |
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Into the lake's tears she leapt and never came back. |
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Awakes and sleeps, only with memories, |
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They kiss her every night on her head |
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Like little notes of things he said to remind her |
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He's alive and well inside her body. |
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But what's a memory without a life? |
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It doesn't fill her empty side. |
