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On Most Surfaces
The Gathering

The frost hits me in the eye

And wakes me

These are blury winters

And I cannot seeI walk into the white light of the snow

When the sun comes

I break it with my shadow

Which tales me where I go

The frost hits me in the eye

And wakes me

I am the snow falling down on you

I tear up your face with my frost

And make you run to somewhere warm

When I come I see you get away

I brust out about your emptyness

The frost hits me in the eye

And wakes me

These are blury winters

And I cannot see