I'm cold, I cry for the snow, and I pick it all up
With a flick of my wrist full of wool
I watch it all flash and melt
Like a garland of Christmas bursting on my sweater
I'm hot, my eyes are blinking
It's the same noise as the lighters
Flames are pushing me, place of eyelashes
Thanks to my Irish head, no one noticed anything
I'm cold I'm crying snow
I cry snow
I'm calm, calm like brand new blind man
Now that my eyelashes
Are sewn with flames
All my tears have melted
And I feel incredibly calm
I'm cold I'm crying snow
I'm crying snow

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