When the snow is falling it is time to say goodbye;
Clouds of snow are falling, falling, from a leaden sky;
Clouds of snow are rising - snow that's soft, and warm, and dry.
Salty snow; sweet snow; as far as the eye can see. Regret -
a memory; his lips, his eyes, my snow-white silken lies-
and yet the snow is falling now, we never had a chance,
The snow surrounds me, sinks within, to where my heart is ash.
Just like a feather drifting, or snow floating on the wind,
I reach and touch the salty stain of what yet might have been.
So much snow, surrounds me now, I start to breathe it in,
Choking on the stinking snow, snow of what might have been.
I sink into a pile of snow,
and let myself give way,
To the snow that drifts, and dances,
To the snow of yesterday.
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