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The winter eats into me |
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It snows in my heart |
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I always bear my heart |
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Naked outside of me |
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Like a tingling bell |
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But my heart is not |
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Of iron and steel |
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Thus I easily break it |
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Thorns, nails, and pales |
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Sticks in the blood (covering my heart) |
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Will I be taken from |
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The shadow of far night? |
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I'm hearing the sound of |
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Death breathing in my ears |
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A silence like |
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Under the wings |
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Of a dead bird |
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A silence like |
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The quietude |
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Of open graves |
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I'm hearing the songs of |
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The birds no more |
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Nor the wind, nor the whistling of |
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My own blood, in my ears. |
