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now comes the snow
i'll be brave and watch
i've already made my decision
and the flakes are so beautiful...
i wish it weren't so cold
and yet i wish it were worse
so maybe it would go faster...
and i wouldn't have to be so brave

the wind hurts
but it makes up for it when it makes
wind chimes of icicles
in trees to sing lament for me
but it hurts again when it hits my face

i wish i weren't so brave

one day far from now
i guess i'll look back and think
wonder why i'm doing this
but no one will ever argue with me
when i say
that under this tree,
in this blizzard,
is the perfect place to die

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