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Behind the windows, the snow falls
At home, a cup of tea is still smoking
Scattered pieces of paper
In the cupboard, a princess dress
The glitter and the dreams
At home, a cup of tea is still smoking
Scattered pieces of paper
In the cupboard, a princess dress
The glitter and the dreams
And I am in the depths of my sofa
Dreaming about a past that isn't anymore
Never again will I hear him say these words to me
I love you my princess
my light, my somewhere else
Dreaming about a past that isn't anymore
Never again will I hear him say these words to me
I love you my princess
my light, my somewhere else
And I am in the depths of my sofa
Dreaming about a past that isn't anymore
Never again will I hear him say these words to me
I think about you all the time
you're in my heart, my mind
Dreaming about a past that isn't anymore
Never again will I hear him say these words to me
I think about you all the time
you're in my heart, my mind
Behind the windows, your promises fade
The snow recovers our steps
I would like it to recover my face
To freeze my tears and save me
But it will remain eternal snows
The snow recovers our steps
I would like it to recover my face
To freeze my tears and save me
But it will remain eternal snows
Roxanne Du Lac
(Laetitia Marie-Legros) 2009
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