And into the dawn I toss my caresMy heart only translates what isn't there.
Into the dark I wander
I only see what isn't there
West winds toss my hair and freeze my lipsIm reborn without a care
My thoughts turn gray
Made of wrong or write
Black and white
Into winter I toss my love
Do or die, do or die
Tongue and feathers without a cue
I took the pen and slowly I drew
Peel back the layers of frost and termite
Fold my fingers around a pen
And write the words I heard in the night
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