Frigid hearts and frozen tongues
The metamorphosis of time echoes
Like a dark and twisted sunrise
It lingers
Inside the dreams of the broken
I went to the crick today
And stared across the edge
I thought of you
And how I felt
My sigh so despondent
The trees stopped dancing
And then the nothing
it stood and stared back
Right into my core
Like a sketchy sigh
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