Murmur

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The snow is absent in my city
Only a little,and I'll be pleased
Maybe it's a fancy story
But it lacks a fairy tale ending
My rejoice have drown our few words
I'll be waiting even when it's cold
I look out through the window
The world is in Andersen's note
I'm afraid that is not so good as you
Thinking of you makes me feel blue
Whirling snow has swept over the road
I am standing,but you don't know
Can you hear the bell is ringing
Can you guess who has a pair of skis
It must be Santa I believe
Take you somewhere with the greatest happiness
Though it can't just given by me