the cold night comes
with a ring in its hand
we sit by the fireside
the night weaves a fairy tale
as a parting gift,
it slips the ring on my finger
since then, i carry a frozen heart
with a ring in its hand
we sit by the fireside
the night weaves a fairy tale
as a parting gift,
it slips the ring on my finger
since then, i carry a frozen heart
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