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The wind is cold where |
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I live, The blizzard is my home, |
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Snow and ice and loaded dice, the |
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Wizard lives alone, |
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The wind is cold where |
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I live, white and cold, and clean, |
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White and cold and bought and sold and heartbreak in between, |
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And so we shall see what is done is done, undone. |
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Trees are stone where |
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I live, leaves of razor steel, |
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High and low and ice and snow, broken on the wheel, |
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Trees are stone where |
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I live, flowers made of glass, |
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Cold and white and wrong and right and voices from the past. |
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And all our yesterdays are now undone. |
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Out of the sun |
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Frozen and insane, |
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I alone remain, |
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Held in the vice of my disdain, |
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There is now way that anyone will ever, |
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Make me warm again. |
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Life is death where |
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I live, frozen grin my smile, |
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Sun is moon and out of tune, broken strings and bile, |
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Death is life where |
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I live, hearts turned into stone, |
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Frozen breath, and froze death and prisons made of bone. |
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And so we shall see what become's become, |
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Out of the sun. |