The last thing I saw was ice and snow.
The last thing I heard was the slight blow,
the wind, and your mind.
it breaks my heart,
so you see it,
as he stood up, before you break my heart.
The last thing I heard he was beaten gentle,
the last thing he had met,
heart and your mind.
Respect
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