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On my knees surrounded
by shining drops of tears
slowly turning to ice
sparkling in the moonlight
Stay with me as the tale comes true
as my heart are being dressed
in white and grey

The echoes of the winter
becomes louder and louder
carrying a tiara
and under the northern lights
a princess of sorrow
will become a real Queen

Please come – dance with me
before I fall asleep
and teach me one more word of
your perfect tongue
as you are the only one
I want to talk to
I wish to talk to
I would like to talk to
– You …

© Sirenia 2011