Thousand colors of white fading…
Fading far, far off where the dream meets
To the white mystical land of pure gleam

The wind lifts the chilling snow…
And the bliss never met so fair
rests under the warmth of sun.

Sink now, let yourself be free.
Theres no real boundaries here…
Theres just white to see
over over until the frozen sea
where the silver sun never goes to sleep.

 

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