Iced over
I'm too sober
Whiskey my lover
My cloud cover
Heat seeps in
This is no sin
Joy speaks
I see great peaks
Melting ice
She smells of spice
Heated passion
With compassion
Morning dawns
On the sunny lawn
Realisation it's morning
I slip out, no forewarning
Iced over
I'm too sober
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