Life freezes over when silence reigns the night

And darkness fills the day

Flying...my sun is your moon

As brushed black hair is walking

through snow-white fields

Behold thy life in me

Did He who made the Lamb make thee?



Winds breathing colder and eyes all full of fright

Frigidity's astray

Hunting...my night is your day

While snow-white hair is flying

Through dark black woods

Behold my life in thee

Did He smile His work to see?



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Icy I see I see me

In you am I

Eye see eyes

I see flies

Around thighs around me

Icy tie's

Around me around you



And tear our pleasures with rough strife

Through the iron gates of life

And your quaint honour turn to dust

And into ashes all my lust

The grave's a fine and private place

But none, I think, do there embrace



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