On Most Surfaces

The Gathering

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    The frost hits me in the eye
    And wakes me
    These are blurry winters
    And I cannot see

    I walk into the white light of the snow
    When the sun comes
    I break it with my shadow
    Which tells me where I go

    The frost hits me in the eye
    And wakes me

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    I am the snow falling down on you
    I tear up your face with my frost
    And make you run to somewhere warm
    When I come I see you get away
    I burst out about your emptyness

    The frost hits me in the eye
    And wakes me

    These are blurry winters
    And I cannot see

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