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Winter's queen, behold her Eyes in the back of her head Turn a leaf, much colder Than I could ever dread Take the time to look into them Til they reflect all of the ones you knew so well Knew so well, she's gone back into her shell Her citadel All the tress in order Lives coming back from the dead We could be south of the border Paraty on a river bed Take the time to breathe into them Til they take you to the home you knew so well Knew so well, she's set sail On the wishing well Back into herself Where you finally fell From Letras Mania