Yes, I am ice, by nature's plea,
But there's a chance... I could be free.
A chance to yield, to feel the sun,
My icy, lonely journey done.
A chance to break, not into shards,
But into love, despite the scars.
To dance beneath the endless stars,
And melt away all chilling bars.
Yes, I am ice
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