The heartless snow hurted me so,
He told me things I didn't know...
They sai, the white cold snow,
Will fall on me and make me know,
About a lot of things I heard,
About the ones I scare of...
The sad white snow,
Once made me know:
Some lonly people dye alone...
I knew some people dye alone,
But why, oh, why?!
I didn't know...
I told the snow, what scares me most,
He told me the result of those:
I don't want to dye alone,
Like other people the white snow showed...
Oh, why, oh, why the dead white snow,
Falls on my head and makes me know:
Some pour people dye alone
Oh, why, oh, why snow makes me know..
The heartless snow hurted me so,
He told me things I didn't know...
The heartless snow hurted me so,
He broke my heart,
I dyed alone.
The Dead-White Snow
© Copyright: Мари Линд, 2011
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