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the woods and the town |
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covered in snow |
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all transformed to a fairytale |
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like the fresh page of a book opened up |
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ready |
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waiting |
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for the story to begin |
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for you're all in a scene |
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objects in black ink |
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fringed in white |
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breathing and living |
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and anticipating |
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a colour |
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all transformed to a fairytale |
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unreal and inviting |
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inviting you to step in |
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and follow the path neverending |
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you're now leaving |
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imprints |
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and somehow expecting |
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expecting someone |
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maybe the prince in disguise |
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suffering a snow queen curse |
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but you're wrong of course |
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it's in reverse |
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out in the snow |
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muffled |
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the last silent night |
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the last sacrifice |
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red running over white |
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red running over white |
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red |
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running over white |
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red |
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running over white |
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running red |
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over white |
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running red |
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over white |
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red over white |
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red over white |
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red |
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over white |
