Snowbird, ablaze and hurt
Brighter, fearless, just like a runaway
Princess never-a-smile
Oh, Child! What makes you try?
Crying and sobbing
You greet the other day
She who never touches the ground
Spreading an eclipse
Where never the sun shines
At her feet
Frostbite. Astray. Will. Faith.
Haunting. hunting, she rules the game
Twin soul you are always a strange
Nothing ever makes you afraid?
Promising, threatening
She looks the other way
She who never touches ground
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