| The wind is cold where I live,
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| The blizzard is my home,
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| Snow and ice and loaded dice, the Wizard lives alone,
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| The wind is cold where I live, whie 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 and done and done.
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| Trees are stone where 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 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, 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 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 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. |