and it started late, late yesterday.
The rain was drumming over my head
I could lie and listen, tucked in my bed
and I slept so well, to the beat of the rain
and I didn't know that the snow was in pain.
I ran out this morning, on the empty plain
but alas, was my rescue, all in vain
The snow is now but disappeared
and when I look out the window, it all looks weird.
the streets are but empty, there is no snow
And all the Norwegians miss the strong white glow.
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