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(Far separated from its winter |
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A blizzard would rage for one day |
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While strong men fought the uneven battle |
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The wind poured out its pain and dismay) |
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Wait for the anger to subdue itself |
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You don't have the strength to change it |
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Like tossed from above without warning |
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A fistful of ice swiftly stunned him |
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A voice was heard "You're gonna fly! Guess you can say your last prayer. But I won't let you go. You're gonna fly. Fooled by the undertow." |
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Snowbound |
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Boy embraced to death by cold hands of winter |
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Never had a chance to say goodbye |
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(As quickly as it had unfolded |
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The blizzard deceased after taking its toll) |
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Damage was done when they came to aid |
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He was cold as the snow he lay upon |
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As he fought to survive |
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His struggles carved in snow |
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Almost angelic. |
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"You're gonna fly! Snowbound and dressed all in white. But your spirit will rise. You're gonna fly. Embark on excursion demise." |
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Snowbound |
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Boy embraced to death by cold hands of heaven |
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Never had a chance to say goodbye |
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Never had a chance to say goodbye |
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Snowbound |
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Boy embraced to death by the cold hands of heaven |
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Never had a chance to say goodbye |
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Snowbound |
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Boy embraced to death by the cold hands of heaven |
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Never had a chance to say goodbye |
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Say goodbye |
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Left a sea of questions |
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Left a crowd in grief |
