When summer dies.
And winter returns.
I'll watch the snow,
and how it gently falls.
Down to earth.
Onto the ground.
Soaking in the cold sun.
Giving off no heat or warmth.
Like the ice queen.
So full of loss and hatred.
So bitter and lonely.
As she stays in the dark.
Moving towards the light,
becoming impossible.
Melancholy returning her mood.
To the cruel person she's become.
As Autumn brings new life.
Spring is building.
Softly melting away the ice.
Around the castle walls that seal her heart.
The seasons are lying.
The waters are rising.
A change is coming.
Even as the violin keeps playing.
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