Life freezes over when silence reigns the night
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and darkness fills the day
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Flying...my sun is your moon
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As brushed black hair is walking
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through snow-white fields
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Behold thy life in me
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Did He who made the Lamb make thee?
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Winds breathing colder and eyes all full of fright
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frigidity¢¥s astray
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Hunting...my night is your day
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While snow-white hair is flying
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through dark black woods
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Behold my life in thee
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Did He smile His work to see?
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Chorus
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Icy I see I see me
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In you am I
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eye see eyes
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I see flies
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around thighs around me
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Icy tie's
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around me around you
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And tear our pleasures with rough strife
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thorough the iron gates of life
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and your quaint honour turn to dust
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and into ashes all my lust
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the grave¢¥s a fine and private place
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but none, I think, do there embrace
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Chorus
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(With excerpts from William Blake¢¥s "The Tyger" and Andrew Marvell¢¥s "To His Coy Mistress")
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A Winters Dream
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Dark At Dawn |