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Their all cold,

I try touching them,

They freeze as my hand meets them.



I'm cold,

Freezing in the night of life.

I look for her to warm me,

I look for her to touch.



Their all cold,

I don't have to touch them

anymore.

I can feel the cold.



Where are you?

Touch me.

I wanna burn.

They can't make me burn.



I freeze tonight.