| Snowbird You get good and lost in a deep freeze in the dark; snow seems hell's handmaiden You catch an ice ball thrown by your child in a field of dreams; snow falls, heaven sent You fall dead asleep, and sleeping, dreaming, you die, you fly, you soar Soaring, all of life looms at your feet and all at your feet pulsates, licking life Not in a hurry, no more to worry, you muster one last cry-- 'Tis cold |
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