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Cold Fingers
As fall fell with leaves tinged rusty brown,
As humans do intoxicated, they fell to the ground;
And rotted. Hidden by the smooth covering from the sky,
Snow – oh so white – blight out my sins, hide my lies.
I cannot revive ‘till spring warms my cheek.
The bleak weather has passed
I was a corpse dead and gone and rotten,
The snow melts and reveals the truth.
I held you with my fingers rotten and frost bitten,
Broken tenders, will never be forgiven...
This the end
Marked by the beginning again;
We will mend, we will mend.
My fingers gripped you trough the ice
Pulling hatred from love and love from lust,
You were nice - we were a bust – you were a must,
Still my fingers laid broken till the rains brought the rust...
My joints creaked and groaned ‘till the sun shone,
Though I remained and you were gone,
and now the sun shines; I feel like rain -
then...
What remains shall grow.
As humans do intoxicated, they fell to the ground;
And rotted. Hidden by the smooth covering from the sky,
Snow – oh so white – blight out my sins, hide my lies.
I cannot revive ‘till spring warms my cheek.
The bleak weather has passed
I was a corpse dead and gone and rotten,
The snow melts and reveals the truth.
I held you with my fingers rotten and frost bitten,
Broken tenders, will never be forgiven...
This the end
Marked by the beginning again;
We will mend, we will mend.
My fingers gripped you trough the ice
Pulling hatred from love and love from lust,
You were nice - we were a bust – you were a must,
Still my fingers laid broken till the rains brought the rust...
My joints creaked and groaned ‘till the sun shone,
Though I remained and you were gone,
and now the sun shines; I feel like rain -
then...
What remains shall grow.
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