Snow falls upon the ground lost I am but can I be found?
Cold is life so it is...true it be.
But can I make it warm just for you and me?
Take these tears and lock them away not for one but a thousand years.
Pain runs deep but if you cut me you wont hear me weep.
I am what I am.
I be what I be.
Leave me to die so you can be free.
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