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Disconnecting from everything all around,
wrapping our dying hearts in this frost cloaked...
As the snakes slither, this particular selection...
Someone shouts somewhere close by in Sir's...
As the snakes slither, this particular selection...
Someone shouts somewhere close by in Sir's...
With a heavy heart, I remember your half-way held...
Disconnecting from everything all around,
wrapping our dying hearts in this frost cloaked...
You are the beautiful one, with nothing to say
If I had the chance, you'd get a special bouquet...
If I could die a thousand times,
I'd kill myself today...