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We have
our winter tale to flying on a white horse
with snow as feather
all over our dreams
or our life indeed
It carries all the pureness snow is made of
Only lighter
and with more freedom to drift in the rain forest
or anywhere we want to be
Even become stars right here
on the earth
in this life
without needs to go back to Stone Age
or go forward to heavenly after life
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