Winter Embers
Cold as ice, Warm as day. Keep me at bay, From your poisonous ways. Keep me running From this winter in the way. I'll pay the price From your cold touch. I won't think it twice, I'll play with dice. It won't be wise, To keep these cold That burns so much. So I'll wait, For this to end.
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