Oh, how these consequences plague me
No way out that I can see
The ground is cold, frozen and sharp
Stars shine like faceted jewels
My breath is steam, warm and wet
Tears sting and burn
It tastes sour and pours through my cheeks
Oh, how these consequences plague me
No way out that I can see
The ground is cold, frozen and sharp
Stars shine like faceted jewels
My breath is steam, warm and wet
Tears sting and burn
It tastes sour and pours through my cheeks
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