Come back dear winter, sweep the heat away
It's getting darker every day
So make the sun sit really early
So I can have it done my way
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'If the room is empty,
Then who is there behind your back? ',
I say and tighten gently
The rope around my neck
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I shuffle them as a therapy
I do not deal them as a meditation
It makes me forget all the things
For which do I have to be patient
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You cannot cry, you can't complain
You cannot die, you can't constrain
All things that come to you in life - to stay,
So they just go away...
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I don't need nothing back
I'm here, I always am
I hear your fears, feel your pain
I'm nothing close to friends one gains
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Hi, Mrs. Diary, beware!
I came to write.
And I haven't still found how one expresses feelings on paper,
I can only paint pictures in words.
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I know just where to find my mind
And if it's not in me somewhere, so does it mean it's lost?
Or is it just because even in warmer nights
I turn to talk to Robert Frost
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I wonder, what their last word will be,
That will initiate my self destruction sequence?
And it will ring in my ears for eternity
Before I'm dead, and as I die, right in my illness
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For those who cannot whisper
For those who shout out
For those who are artistic
And just can't do without
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