I close my eyes.
Don't come to me.
Oh, frozen ground,
Black ice and winds.
I close my eyes.
Don't come to me.
Harsh snows and Death
For birds and trees,
Days dark as nights
And bitter sleet
Don't come to me.
Don't come to me.
Of course I know
That you will end.
Cause all must end
And good, and bad.
But it just gives me
little peace,
it's not enough
to stop a sneeze.
Don t come to me
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