blood drips from the knife
such beautiful winter graces
she stands in the sea of pines
a silent face within the snow
dripping red on to white
a merlot, or is it a shiraz?
he will never know love’s taste
stabbed to death in the snow
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blood drips from the knife
such beautiful winter graces
she stands in the sea of pines
a silent face within the snow
dripping red on to white
a merlot, or is it a shiraz?
he will never know love’s taste
stabbed to death in the snow