Fallen snow muffles the city sounds
How easily we too, we become voiceless
And I hate it when the winds blow colder
Almost as much as I hate being alone
Hyacinths can start to grow in the dark
Me, I need the sunlight
And I hate it when the winds blow colder
Almost as much as I hate being alone
Hurried love is like an avalanche
Ruins everything it touches
And I hate a love that's hurried
Almost as much as I hate being alone
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