I cut down that withered peach tree,
Just like you asked me to.
And I hacked it into pieces,
Set it on fire, with your face in plain view
At the near window where you stood,
Watching me split the wood.
I will do as I am told,
I will keep away the cold.
The fire pit in the snow
Gave off a rich bright orange-red glow
A familiar scent rose up into the air
And I remembered something special
From a long time ago
You opened up the door,
Stepped away from the killing floor.
Your footprint on the snow was fresh and new,
When you touched me
I felt fire coming through
I will do as I am told,
I will keep away the cold.
I will do as I am told,
I will keep away the cold.

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