Dead of WinterPart 1The harsh cold comes fast.Trapped are the living beauties,Dead, white, darkness.Part 2The snow covered rose,Dies quietly and alone.Children build snowmen.
I Can't Escape YouMy sunshine is black.Your tongue still scars broken souls.My songbird falls dead.
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