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The wind is cold where I live
The blizzard is my home
Snow and ice and loaded dice, the Wizard lives alone
The wind is cold where I live
White and cold, and clean
White and cold and bought and sold and heartbreak in between
And so we shall see what is done is done and done
Trees are stone where I live
Leaves of razor steel
High and low and ice and snow, broken on the wheel
Trees are stone where I live
Flowers made of glass
Cold and white and wrong and right and voices from the past
And all our yesterdays are now undone
Out of the sun
Frozen and insane, I alone remain
Held in the vice of my disdain
There is no way that anyone will ever make me warm again
Life is death where I live
Frozen grin my smile
Sun is moon and out of tune, broken strings and bile
Death is life where I live
Hearts turned into stone
Frozen breath, and frozen death and prisons made of bone
And so we shall see what's become's become
Out of the sun
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