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Roll his body. |
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Give him eyes. |
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Make him smile for me, |
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Give him life. |
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My hand is bleeding, I run back inside. |
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I turn off the light, |
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Switch on a starry night. |
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My window flies open. |
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My bedroom fills with falling snow, |
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Should be a dream but I'm not sleepy. |
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I see his snowy white face but I'm not afraid. |
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He lies down beside me. |
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So cold next to me. |
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I can feel him melting in my hand. |
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Melting, in my hand. |
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He won't speak to me. |
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His crooked mouth is full of dead leaves. |
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Full of dead leaves, bits of twisted branches and frozen garden, |
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crushed and stolen grasses from slumbering lawn. |
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He is dissolving, dissolving before me and dawn will come soon. |
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What kind of spirit is this? |
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Our one and only tryst. |
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His breath all misty, |
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And when I kiss his ice-cream lips |
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And his creamy skin, |
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His snowy white arms surround me. |
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So cold next to me. |
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I can feel him melting in my hand. |
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Melting, melting, in my hand. |
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Sunday morning. |
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I can't find him. |
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The sheets are soaking |
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And on my pillow: |
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Dead leaves, bits of twisted branches and frozen garden, |
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crushed and stolen grasses from slumbering lawn. |
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I can't find him - Misty.. |
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Oh please can you help me? |
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He must be somewhere. |
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Open window closing, |
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Oh but wait, it's still snowing. |
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If you're out there, |
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I'm coming out on the ledge. |
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I'm going out on the ledge. |