Fish infested slaughter
I feed the fishes into me
It s a misty within reason
I m hoping i don t freeze here
I fuel the firei feed it s glow
But these s no use in feeling
All the things i m feeding
There s no one here to feel with me
The second is easier
Though it may be breezier
And the snow is falling down
But as the fire smoulders
I will never will grow older
Because i drink from waterfalls
The stars above shine on me
I ll catch and save them in a jar
My feet a mass of blisters
Collecting frost on whiskers
As i taste the moring dew
I think my mind is clearer now
I want you to be nearer now
I m ready t come back to you
Cause there s no use in feeling
All the things i m feeling
There s no one here to feel with me.

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