| Spared of good tidings, not dressed in ribbons of gold
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| I’m gathering winter’s gifts untold
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| A vibrating crystal; |
| frost-whipped and singing through air
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| Wait not for me love, i won’t be there
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| Feel now for the heartbeat, feel now for the pulse
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| Look now, brittle treetops, look now, frozen pond…
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| (can you see yourself?)
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| I will sing the ice choir, oh transient defeat
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| Lifeless world, my heart aches like the wind through empty streets
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| Crushed and degraded, and mapped to the black and the white
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| Descending like snow, O' holy night
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| You were the whisper, beside the hardening fear;
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| We’ll melt to the language of the spheres
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| Feel now for the heartbeat, feel now for the pulse
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| Look now, brittle treetops, look now, frozen pond…
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| (can you see yourself?)
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| I have joined the ice choir
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| Contracted in the cold
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| I will sing the aria when all the birds have flown
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| Now we are the ice choir
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| In hibernating pose
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| To listen for the crack of spring or push against the rose…
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| (Can you see yourself?) |