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There’s a silence in her voice, and there’s a storm within her eyes, She’s been loved and she’s been lost amongst the bruising of her heart.
  In a way we’ve all become dull Our mundane lives make sure we’re all the same I’m still not full   From the daily lull  Of our differences being our shames
The bitter bite of the frosty cold flakes dance on eyelashes and nip at noses The crystal white city on a snow covered night   twinkling evergreens tower over, bathed in bright light and the glitter of fresh snow
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