Frozen landscapes, flowers made of ice
I see her traces in the snow
I am am waiting for this winter night
Will she come to rescue me? Is it time to go?
She is a princess and her heart is made of ice
But there is no coldness in her soul
She tries to heal my eternal pain
She is a princess in a world so full of tears
But there is no bitterness in her words
She takes my hand to show me love
I hear her voice, it's pure and full of hope
I see the bright moon in the sky
I am searching for her eyes and wish
That she will melt the snow in my heart
I wish to sleep again, to dream her fairytale once more
To feel her endless grace, she'll find the doubt inside me
Oh, let me dream
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