Falling and falling and falling apart
Snowmen of snow balls, and my broken heart.
This winter was brought by deers in the sled,
So Santa reached and sent tears in my bed.
Pillows are trembling, and blankets are crying -
I think that rains wouldn't win in this race!
Falling and falling and falling and dying
Snowmen and leave on the streets empty space...
For little children they are only statues,
Made with cold snow which was given by nature.
But I would bet they have dreams, so do I,
But dreams are falling apart of your lie.
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