Something's cold in the winter
the day
the end
the middle
the start
Something's cold stirring my bones
A biting winds coming in.
A wildness has come
will it ever leave
not until the hunger's been satisfied
I'm holding the warmth in winter
a song
a smile
a word
an end
I'm holding in the warmth this winter
a fire
a light
a friend
The snow is swirling in the winter
blindness as thick as ice
I can't see into the future
I can't see into this night
A gray haze, half heard words
A shouted warning
then something hurts.
Somethings cold about the winter
the day
the end
the middle
the start
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