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Tekster: Quix*o*tic. Snowflakes In Your Eyelashes.

I laid down and I fell asleep
I went to where love is free
And I saw you there in a chair
With snowflakes in your eyelashes

The secrets you keep make you weak
The sky looks like a lake
And gold is edged on your cheek
Words fall from your lips and break

The warmth of summer is here
It's dark and car light flashes
But you sit frozen, my dear
With snowflakes in your eyelashes...
Quix*o*tic