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I spy with my little eye, something truly evil inside.It lives in the body of every man, lurking, waiting to play out its plan.It wears the color of tar, turning your world black.If you let it get too far, you may never come back.Nothing can help
I remain here. I'm frozen in place, No one is here to warm me. No one is here to wipe my tears. No one is here to hear my screams. No one is here to chase away my fears
Winter Flows Through Me, While life is changing now. Life dies slowly now.
He is winter. He is the excitement that takes over. His eyes are snowflakes, drifting in the wind, carpeting the land in a cloak of white. His lips are the colors only shown by the setting sun, colors of pink.