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Pan Lake
And there it is, across the glass
The body of blue I'm returning to
And I'll be down, so soon at last
Just as clouds obscure the view
My feet are bare, and I arrive
To step into the frigid cold
Grey dictates, over sky
Powdering the land below
I saw what stood, between my touch
And the sand that sought it out
But at its height, it wasn't much
I thought I might just set about
The blizzard wailed, the white prevailed
The hill began to grow like mad
And when I tried to ascend the rise
I'd only slide back down again
I'd get so far, spotting the waves
Dragged back below by nothing I saw
Try it once more, only the same
Never arrive and never find shore
My ragged soles, dug through the snow
I hung my head, opened an eye
And I caught sight, the hill exposed
Beneath my toes the hill was a lie!
A yellow pale, slick to the touch
That acts as grease to send you slope
Delicious yes, this butter was
And as you note, down you'll go
It was delicious butter, yeah
A piece of beach that coated in
It was delicious butter, and
It teaches you to re-begin
The snow began to fall and then
The butter froze to still mirage
But still the slide would do you in
Because the ice had done its job
And you will find, it's hard to breathe
The tide itself will taunt your pleas
Until you've fallen to your knees
And settled back to the beneath.
