3am and 7 blocks away
we can see him sigh
and feel im sway
speaking out his frozen sympathy
penning down a sense
he doesn't feel
stroke his cheek
the man is made of snow
plain to see his eyes are merely holes
reaching out
impatient for the goal
melt my friend
a warm wind is going to blow
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