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[Imaging emotions as being a lake, the water can be calm or stormy. But can it be frozen; can emotions reach freezing point?] The bowels of my thoughts, icy lake Drain emotions from my bleeding soul Tears that follow burn my skin Dread to see myself, I ain't me The sun encircles my shape on the ice In my shadow I see people below Their frozen faces staring blank All crying without a sound Thousand degrees below Ice age has begun, From Letras Mania