Cold cold rain a
withered flowers tears tender and beautiful love
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start starting to fall
View original sent to the phone the way I fly
lose points
stop heavy frost covered my cover of my wings, Tsing Yi
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air hit my eyes
wind piercing my soul
overwhelm my body
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I struggled and fell
no effort was
color of my life slowly begins to fade
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this season cold without you
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not the least bit for me to let me warm
my only warm embrace
View original sent to the mobile phone is death
out from my eyes
last drop of your tears
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seasonal changes can not keep up my wings
you leave the rush
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