The snow

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The snow is falling, the silent blessing.
The world has given it all to me,
And I'm indulging in all the best in
The beautiful city just from my dream.

And every night there your eyes keep shining,
And every morning you wake me up.
And I forget all about timing.
What does it matter? It just won't stop.

Forget to worry about urges,
Ignoring almost the rest of them.
And there in my heart my love emerges
But so far I don't want to give it name.