Picture a government office in Bombay
Its May
The officers are sweating
The ice was a kind of miracle
On a frozen lake in the dead of winter
Harvesting ice, Frozen pond
Floating in the water, Ice houses
Frozen Lakes all over
But now its gone, Frozen water trade
The ice king, pretty eccentric
These people need ice
The ice king & the snow queen
The barbaric pack of wild wolves
Dancing, tearing up skin
Eating skin n bones
Alive, terrible
Moses would have died knowing she betrayed him
But the floating ice houses & the frozen lakes
Were all gone
Now she who knows no pain sings, the old melody, of the saga of his valour...
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