If the world should be forever locked
In Fimbulwinter’s hold
If all that I’ll now ever know
Is ice and snow and cold
I’ll never see a flower bloom
Nor butterfly take wing
Nor listen to the chorus
As a thousand crickets sing
I’ll never lie in meadows
Counting dragons in the air
Nor ever know a single day
Without a single care
Still I could do without all this
Fimbulwinter denies
For I’ll still have the memory
Of the springtime in your eyes
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