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The wind blows the snow like a needle piercing the skin
My skin is as dry as a crocodile chin
Eyes watering like the Niagara Falls
Fingers crippled like an old man
I can’t fell my thoughts running through my head
I didn’t quite hear the words you said
At this time I’d rather be dead
I would like to go into the warmth and get out of this bitter cold
But my body has gotten weary and old
As the time has gone by people have come
And my heart keeps beating as a drum
But one day they will go and I will dye slow and a painful death
While dyeing alone I will make it known that I once was as young and as
Diligent as you
But now I die alone.

Bean