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This house roofed with snow Brings my mood up from a low This still dark place still stir things up within Just to stand here and listen elevates a grin I pound my hands through the snow Red small marks from every blow It stings, I don't like it, I'd rather be inside My devotion always fades away after a while I hear many things due to my senses They're sharp, too sharp, I don't hear anything good Mostly my heart, the beating of a clock I lay down in the snow then I roll over But as the Air is getting colder I head back home in the pace of my heart Wish I could get one whole day without my timekeeping heart From Letras Mania