The fire crept across my waking face,
Leaving only slight images of you,
Feel Jack Frost crawling closer?
His touch lingers still on my lips,
Cold comfort,
Burry this burning heart in the distant arms of winter,
Far from the this fires warmth,
Far from your unkind eyes,
Far from the mistakes I've made
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