| Open hearts always ache
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| Beset with pain
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| But alive
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| Spent hearts close
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| Closed hearts die
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| Preservation of warmth is a battle for a culture downcast
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| The callousness of frost tempts the weak and weary
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| A human failing lets its heart die
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| The frozen tears, unfeeling as stone
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| Of a mortal glacier, detached as an island
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| From crystallized hearts of unbroken ice
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| They wash the warmth away
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| Reborn in winter, numb to pain
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| Desperate souls invite death inside
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| We breath the bitter air of warm hearts turned cold
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| A human failing lets his heart die
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| A human failing lets her heart die
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| Hasten to the tundra
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| Prevailing sadness is swept across a cold lifeless plain
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| The most dismal season to choose winter as our destiny
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| Preferring chill to the pain
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| A human being flows the warmth of red blood
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| Reborn in winter, numb to pain
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| Desperate souls invite death inside
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| We breath the bitter air of warm hearts turned cold
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| We human failings
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| Born of winter, numb to pain
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| A desperate soul invited death inside
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| I breath bitter air, my warm heart turned cold
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| A human failing, I let my heart die
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| Will we bring our hearts back to life? |