An early November winter, and it's already snowing. Flakes fall under the constant burning

,of street-lamps with the colors of night and desolation; gleaming with unadulterated freshness

.like the sparks of firecrackers. Sinuously they swerve with undulating ennui

,The ground freezes over with a thin misty layer; and so it's hard to walk up straight

.she hopes for the best but it comes too little too late

?Where are you, my darling

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Over the sea and far away

She's waiting like an iceberg

Waiting to change

But she's cold inside

She wants to be like the water

All the muscles tighten in her face

Buries her soul in one embrace

They're one and the same

Just like water