It's been an year.Then ten..Been a hundred years. But nobody knew what it meant.Over the years,I sang this song.Hoping you will appear,confess to me. And try to sing along.When roses bloom,and clouds are gloomy.I crossed the roads oh so busy. To find...

Small,white ballerinas.In the air cold,divine.Is what snowflakes are. You play to pass the time.They gracefully move through the air.And land in a pile. White blanket,sun in the air.And they have a friendly smile.The air is their dance floor. Their destination is the...