The grass frozen, sparkling in dim light
Their life just a summer only in times so bright
Fallen before the first snow reaches the ground
Forgotten even with the last nightingale's sound
And there on the cold land's dark grey street
There flys with the wind a lonely unfinished sheet
Where are just written two words, missing one
But no one will ever know which feeling it might belong
So it's fallen on ice, once a friendly lake
Waiting for the time whenever someone will take
Up to the heart and down to an eternal soul
Holding warm with a life in where it still can grow
The word itself will be your hope and all your pain
But forever it will stay for you to sustain
Hear its sound treat it like never enough
And it will form itself to your own one true love
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