I
I don’t know
But I feel it
Heavy snow
On my blue mitt
All the night
Walking under the moon
You were right
No one gets immune
Ii
We don’t see
But we find them
Like a key
Or a true gem
Far and bright
They speak to the soul
They recite
Things we can’t control
Iii
Lots of moments
To redraw a feeling
Then life presents
Us: the flakes are falling
All the stars are
Falling, too
All the stars are
Watching you
Iv
Breathing deeply
We can feel the fresh air
And you tell me
How unique is being there
There are poetries
On the streets
There are poetries
She repeats
We miss the snow I I don’t know But I feel it Heavy snow On my blue mitt All the night Walking under the moon You were right No one gets immune Ii We don’t see But we find them Like a key Or a true gem Far and bright They speak to the soul They recite Things we can’t control Iii Lots of moments To redraw a feeling Then life presents Us: the flakes are falling All the stars are Falling, too All the stars are Watching you Iv Breathing deeply We can feel the fresh air And you tell me How unique is being there There are poetries On the streets There are poetries She repeats Explain Request ×
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