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The long road under my feet Is like a stream in a cold air When a day dies beyond the cold horizon And each snow-flake falls on its shadow. As I touch the water glance Ice melts under my fingers Thousands of stars travel once From sky to earth to leave no trace. Sad is the path of the silver snow-flake Watch as it dies on my hand leaving only tear only single tear... On and on the sky is crying On and on to face the day On and on my dream is dying And so is every single winter day...
