This night is white, this night is cold...
I have no feeling in my toes...
This night is dark, this night is cold...
As I watched a childs spirit arose...
Up, and up into the clouds,
I see it rise into this night...
This night thats cold as winter's ice...
All I see now is a cold stone body lying in the snow...
All that is left after the police have gone,
Is a maroon spot shinning brightly at dawn...
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