Blue blades sharper than knives, beneath my feet
Graze my skin so fine, but cut so deep
I am vanishing, I am drifting
You're so hard to find, you are shapeshifting
Blue blood's running down, it's leaving me
There's no birds singing now, the sky is empty
No color in the frost, just like a painting
Picture of my heart, that no one's taking
Bluebird's body lies, and no one's mourning
Nothing in his eyes, his feathers blowing
The cold it stings, and with it comes a warning
The wind rips through the night, and kills the morning
The earth is still, the chill does not affect me
The dagger dreams are over, no one wake me
This heavy sleep, will never cease to be
The earth is still, the chill does not affect me

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