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The cold envelopes me in its frosty arms Protecting me, saving me from love’s harm Building me up, filling me with strength Teaching me the world at great length Breathing its knowledge into my soul Whispering the secrets of the world Showing me the darkness that hides behind the light Showing me the wrong that hides behind the right Opening my eyes to the lies, to all the greed To all the evil of people who use it to fill their needs
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