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My Lie
Evening city under a white frost moon
Soft blue night she runs to a cold gray winter
He wants her
Dark cloud
Wet snow
A country field
That house in the bottom silent hill
What where when
Make his stay cozy
Warm while your fun can roll around
Catch them if they go
Woods and wind
Branches throw those who jump to day
Fall like air
Stop then too
But these walked sad
Slow then slipped
Ice out the door
I am it from the top.
