and trust me i don't want to talk about it
no i just need to sit and stare
off into some far away abyss
where the winter's cold captures me
with her frost-bitten hands
cause that snowflake that falls upon
that nose of yours, always makes me smile
makes me think, oh this is all worth while
&i get so caught up in what you're thinking
&so caught up in what
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