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White snow,
I know,
you're on a place where I just can't go.
But I hope you do remember,
your snow doesn't warm you in december.

Now it's too late, too late to live,
only heaven loves you now.
So love it back for once,
just once.

But I am who I am,
so I do what I can, when I can,

but I can't really do a damn thing.

Now it's too late, too late to live,
and my conscience killing me.

So I'm alive,

but I'm not free.