Into a blank cold, I'll follow my heart's magic moments.
The snow is dropping, plopping onto my barren ground.
Son of a bitch, for him to not leave me this way.
Shoving me but reminding me I have to see him.
For all my consciousness sake, I feel cheated.
I step through tracks of the ages, songs remind me
of what I'd like to see, as far as the inevitability.
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