Iced over, while under
The effect of having been anesthetized
Upon the table of your changed itinerary
Wake me from this numbness
Check my pulse, my vital signs
Rapidly falling
Poor patient, I
Iced over, while under
The slap of winter's wrath
February, a repeat offender
Breaking and entering
Arrest this intruder
In handcuffs, hold him responsible
For the theft of sunlight
And vandalism of last season's sweetness
Iced over, while under
The assumption that no mountain
Stretches higher than love
And ice can turn to a springtime stream
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