| Help Me Warm This Frozen Heart |
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| Outside, the fairground in snow |
| Revolves like a waltz, funeral slow |
| And summer has gone, collapsed like a chair |
| Like the heart of a bird, a bell on the air |
| Inside, the wireless in snow |
| The orchestra drowns, funeral slow |
| And autumn has gone and with it the bloom |
| The harvest of stars, like moths to the moon |
| Help me warm this frozen heart |
