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It's Starting to get Cold
It's starting to get cold.
On the outside that is.
I've been cold on the inside for a while.
Not that it matters to you,
the coldness;
you give me the cold shoulder,
I give you a cold look.
The world is a cold place.
This seems fitting, being the birthplace of man.
And was there ever a species colder than he?
Man, who invented fire,
should use heat and light to do dark things, cold things.
Man, who would set alight a place of warmth - a home,
so that his fellow man would through the flame feel the cold.
To burn that which is warming, warmth itself,
the warmth of a home.
This is something cruel,
something cold.
Its starting to get cold now.
On the outside that is,
for we men have been cold on the inside for much longer...
On the outside that is.
I've been cold on the inside for a while.
Not that it matters to you,
the coldness;
you give me the cold shoulder,
I give you a cold look.
The world is a cold place.
This seems fitting, being the birthplace of man.
And was there ever a species colder than he?
Man, who invented fire,
should use heat and light to do dark things, cold things.
Man, who would set alight a place of warmth - a home,
so that his fellow man would through the flame feel the cold.
To burn that which is warming, warmth itself,
the warmth of a home.
This is something cruel,
something cold.
Its starting to get cold now.
On the outside that is,
for we men have been cold on the inside for much longer...
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