Song parody of
Snowflakes
by Alan Wójcik
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Seasons will change and I will love you the same
We've danced in the snow and we've danced in the rain
There are no walls which we wouldn't break
Lover and friend just come and take my hand
('cause)
Snowflakes on your lashes are the sweetest thing I've ever seen
Together upto dead ashes, together in the endless dream
If I put my glasses on the highest bookshelves of love,
Will we read every page of book that we just wrote?
Someday you'll discover what's beneath brown leaves
Summer wind will warm us as the fireplace in evenings
Under our night sky we'd think about wedding ring
In the Garden of Peace under big apple trees
Snowflakes on your lashes are the sweetest thing I've ever seen
Together upto dead ashes, together in the endless dream
If I put my glasses on the highest bookshelves of love,
Will we read every page of book that we just wrote?
Seasons will change and I will love you the same
We've danced in the snow and we've danced in the rain
There are no walls which we wouldn't break
Lover and friend just come and take my hand
('cause)
Snowflakes on your lashes are the sweetest thing I've ever seen
Together upto dead ashes, together in the endless dream
If I put my glasses on the highest bookshelves of love,
Will we read every page of book that we just wrote?
Someday you'll discover what's beneath brown leaves
Summer wind will warm us as the fireplace in evenings
Under our night sky we'd think about wedding ring
In the Garden of Peace under big apple trees
Snowflakes on your lashes are the sweetest thing I've ever seen
Together upto dead ashes, together in the endless dream
If I put my glasses on the highest bookshelves of love,
Will we read every page of book that we just wrote?
