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You lie in the snow, cold but not dead |
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stare into the sun, long since its last heat |
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feel the freeze burn skin |
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salt your open wounds |
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a burning desire clears your eyes |
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a willful air fills your lungs |
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you choke your first breath of wildfire and ocean's depth |
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climb out of your hole, see your spirit take form |
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this world of cold stone gives nothing in return |
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to those who sleep while the restless burn |
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there are the few driven to flame |
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most are content to drown in the wake of dreams |
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the trail lies overground |
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across the years fade out of light |
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ever growing dim to an age in the dark |
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grasp from your soul, don't let it steal your eyes |
