Little orphans in the snow
With nowhere to call a home
Start their singing, singing
Waiting through the summertime
To thaw your hearts in wintertime
That's why they're singing, singing
Waiting for a sig
To turn blood into wine
The sweet taste in your mouth
Turned bitter in its glass
Israel, in Israel
Israel, in Israel
Shattered fragments of the past
Meet in veins on the stained glass
wrappings
wintertime
princesses
inside
start
lifeline
happy
looking
green
blood
alive
hidden
heart
glass
stained
bitter
mouth
nowhere
forgotten
kings
little
through
cheap
jealousy
clanging
disguise
hearts
maddening
taste
there
orphans
because
reflects
fragments
their
scene
shattered
israel
shine
singing
smiles
dream
summertime
people
sweet
toothless
turned
waiting
veins
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