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Winterheart
Our worlds are not so different,
Our desires held close to the heart,
We can both fly, we can both sing.
I'm just a little older than you,
You're just a little younger than me.
Both of us see a promising future,
Both of us cherish fragments
Of the past.
...But I promise,
If you come into my world,
You won't want to leave.
Our desires held close to the heart,
We can both fly, we can both sing.
I'm just a little older than you,
You're just a little younger than me.
Both of us see a promising future,
Both of us cherish fragments
Of the past.
...But I promise,
If you come into my world,
You won't want to leave.
The Realm of Tir
Let's Go Back To the beginning, my love.
To when beauty was beauty, and love was love.
When all kin dwelt in harmony,
When the bleaker moments didn't exist.
From far north a realm is calling to ye again,
One of wonder and imagination,
Where fantasy meets reality.
Do ye hear the angels singing?
Does the song they sing warm yer heart?
Let us go back to the beginning, my love...
To a time when time had no meaning.
When two worlds collided in springtime,
From far north the melody resounds,
From a place of astral ground,
Behind the milky way of dreams.
Do ye hear my voice calling ye back?
Does it's familiar ring bring ye bliss?
Let us go back to the beginning, my love...
To that place where light and dark separated.
When the first of realms fell,
Only to find the stars had spread out.
From far north a new world awaited,
One of beauty, one of freedom,
Where fae kin are given a chance again.
Do ye see their feet dancing?
Does the ice angel beckon ye to her arms?
Let us go back to the beginning, my love.
When all kin dwelt in harmony,
When the bleaker moments didn't exist.
From far north a realm is calling to ye again,
One of wonder and imagination,
Where fantasy meets reality.
Do ye hear the angels singing?
Does the song they sing warm yer heart?
Let us go back to the beginning, my love...
To a time when time had no meaning.
When two worlds collided in springtime,
From far north the melody resounds,
From a place of astral ground,
Behind the milky way of dreams.
Do ye hear my voice calling ye back?
Does it's familiar ring bring ye bliss?
Let us go back to the beginning, my love...
To that place where light and dark separated.
When the first of realms fell,
Only to find the stars had spread out.
From far north a new world awaited,
One of beauty, one of freedom,
Where fae kin are given a chance again.
Do ye see their feet dancing?
Does the ice angel beckon ye to her arms?
Let us go back to the beginning, my love.
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