unintended
I did not mean to fall in love, or find you in the snow; But circumstance, like northern stars, pointed me where to go; With each winding road, through thick & thin, I find when I come through; Each fated route I ever made kept leading me to you.
I did not mean to fall in love, or find you in the snow; But circumstance, like northern stars, pointed me where to go; With each winding road, through thick & thin, I find when I come through; Each fated route I ever made kept leading me to you.
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