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There is something about the cold,still air
That made your senses sharpen
And suddenly, you see every hair on your arm, standing up
And feel small bumps infecting your skin,
I remember standing on that stage
Before thousands of parents and peers
Performing the role of a cutter
And the irony of it all;
How effortlessly I could be myself
