THE STORY OF MR. COLD
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And I wonder what its name is
and the rhythm up my spine is retained
throwing me into this bothersome quiz
Its rhythm is bold
more than a million years old
its wind is wet, sometimes dry on the threshold
it leaves a man falling to his knees
beneath blankets, shaking to its freeze
Stronger men bow to its wrath
unlike fire, it solidifies your heart
its blue love like a loving breath of God
I have seen its madness,
this feeling know no flaws
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it descends in darkness or light
come sunshine or rain
this is a feeling no one can fight
it has come to this world to stay
What could it be?
what is its name?
I've searched all letters, hay to zi
Now the feeling is a man dressed in black suit
strong look. bold jaws, on his foot is a boot
I have seen him somewhere
now, I'm stunned by his look
its becoming muddier, I'm even puzzled than a fool
He stopped and smiled
His gesture was mild
but the closer he came, the more freezing I became
I began to stiff but I asked for his name
I should run, from him I shall refrain
I began to solidify
I couldn't escape no matter how hard I tried
His breath reeked of ice
and the glassy pebbles fall from his skies
I should run to the warmth of my abode
But there I froze with his love of this mystery untold
He said his name once, I AM COLD.
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covered from head to toe.
I smiled beneath the ice.
I must be out of my very mind
the cold was very kind
slowly I turned blue till I made to die.
The clouds cleared and the skies smiled
the warm sun has come to make him blind
the hard ice melts, I refused to die
Goodbye Mr. Cold
another victim you shall find
your story has been told.
GreyGray
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