Miles.
It's cold, yes.
By the time we arrive,
You're only memory will be gone
So here's your last chance:
Say goodbye to whoever is there
There is nobody, but you
Can pretend.
Ice.
Crystal.
Cold.
Zero.
freshman year
winter, 2000
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| Our next stop is sixty-trillion Miles. It's cold, yes. By the time we arrive, You're only memory will be gone So here's your last chance: Say goodbye to whoever is there There is nobody, but you Can pretend. Ice. Crystal. Cold. Zero. freshman year winter, 2000 |
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