Sit upon a snow angels wing as she might gentaly pick the rose
who dare stand against this wintery weather
She looks up at me with eyes so beautiful they dare not close
She looks at me with eyes so clever
I ask her hand so we might kiss
Upon this she does not retreat
So i take the oppertunity i would not miss
until alas our lips meet
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