It sweeps across the green-clad crowd
A quiet rumble growing loud
Welling up in colors bright
Red and gold flash in the night
And falling tresses tumble down
Scattered on the browning ground
As all now tumble into sleep
Summer’s secret there to keep
Hail to Queen of Ice and Snow
Hail the Goddess of the Cold
Hail to Queen of Ice and
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Wanna hear it nao.... ^_^
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I'm sure we'll run it at practice on Wednesday--you could always drop by for that ;)
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"Secret Sleep," maybe?
I've always fancied the idea of taking obscure references from the song and making them the title - makes me look harder for where it might come from.
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