sweet snow, sweet sweet snow....

how it falls upon your nose....

it chills you to the core but....

its the weather that i chose....

and i can see the scars you hold when....

by the wind we're blown....

but sweet slow, i feel so low....

when you say that i'm your own....

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kaleidoscope....

kaleidoscope....

kaleidoscope....

i'm lost....

you turn my sight to flashing lights....

until the day we're caught....

oh gyroscope....

oh gyroscope ....

its only you and i....

yet you are i....

and i am high on our desire in the frost....

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dear friend, you’ve let me in....

but you’ve done this all before I know....

you’ve looked upon these plastic stars....

with others on your floor....

and so I know I’m naïve in face but I’ve never been in mind....

but I don’t mind,....

I know your kind....

It’s but your prism I adore....

And I could count the ways those waves they crash upon the shore....

But I’m a girl of paint or pain and the paintings they deplore....

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If 36 and something fit....

I’ve got to find a way....

Theres a culture that I’m counting ....

like the hours in a day....

youre too young to be serious....

and I’m too old to play....

so take me away, take me away....

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