I cower into the sunlit arms of the day
winter melts through my eyes
the thaw brings promises of a fire
one that will burn me through;
what would I leave behind
if I'm not born anew?
the world would turn
and face the same sun, yet again
what would remain
what would you remember
winter melts through my eyes
the thaw brings promises of a fire
one that will burn me through;
what would I leave behind
if I'm not born anew?
the world would turn
and face the same sun, yet again
what would remain
what would you remember
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