Snowbird,
ablaze and hurt.
Brighter, fearless, just like a runaway.
Princess never-a-smile.
Oh, child! What makes you try?
Crying and sobbing
You greet the other day
She who never touches the ground.
Spreading an eclipse.
Where never the sun shines,
At her feet.
Frostbite. Astray. Will. Faith.
Haunting, hunting, she rules the game.
Twin soul you are always a strange.
Nothing ever makes you afraid?
Promising, threatening.
She looks the other way
She who never touches the ground.
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