Winter song

I came to the window
I saw white butterflies of my mind.
They were circling in a magical dance.
And this dance took me away,
Away from life.
By the light of the moon
I saw a world,
The world of cold,
The world of snow.
The world were all hopes have gone,
The world were all wishes have stopped.
This world has a queen,
The queen of the snow,
And someone can say,
that it's my kingdoom.
But it'll be falce,
because I'm just an angel,
The angel of a winter song.


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