There is a blue eyed girl I know
Whose heart is buried in the snow
There her heart can be as free as a dove
It never really knew much love
She hasn’t heard that word since
The rise and fall of her prince
The Prince was not one at all
For he left her broken in the fall
She shed a tear
For almost a year
And locked her feelings away
So she was unprepared for the day
Her heart flew out of the snow and to her chest
She knew the feeling, her heart knew it best
Pulse quickened
Thinking thickened
Over a brown eyed boy
She didn’t know what to do
She couldn’t think it through
I guess that’s what happens when true love finds you
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