a glacial flower
un' essenza del Nord
a spectral grower
nella mia ford
you left the mark of love
you made the flowers blossom
even if you seemed angry
you became a phantom
your eyes melted the fire within
the intention of leaving this inn
where I built castles and fake fairy tales
I ran away cause I have had my ales
and I know that now I could never go back
I made my choices and the future looks black
and love is dark
is more and more fake
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