How I remember sleepless nights When we would read by candlelight, And on the windowpane outside A new world made of snow;
A million feathers falling down, A million stars that touch the ground, So many secrets to be found Amid the falling snow.
Maybe I am falling down. Tell me should I touch the ground? Maybe I won´t make a sound In the darkness all around.
The silence of a winter´s night Brings memories I hold inside; Remembering a blue moonlight Upon the fallen snow.
Maybe I am falling down. Tell me should I touch the ground? Maybe I won´t make sound In the darkness all around.
I close my window to the night. I leave the sky her tears of white. And all is lit by candlelight Amid the falling snow.
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