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Walking down the street his tempers hot and dry
He's a sultry man, with a clear blue mind
As he walks along, people see him, stop, and sigh
He's a summers day, and holds diamonds in the sky

It goes on
It goes on

She's a called upon in grief and see's the last straight nights
Her thoughts rust upon the branches falling from their fickle heights
She holds the beauty of a sunset in her flecked brown eyes
Buts its lost within the cold that comes to take her in the night

It goes on
It goes on

But as the wind blows though, we all see in time
Let the tree's bend down to a season's grind
Its insane to fight a flame in the winter time
But its a picture for the people, its a poem for their mind

It goes on
It goes on

He's a bitter cold force that fights against the man's mind
He's the ice that cuts the heart of what makes us feel alive
He brings the beasts down underground and threatens with the cold night
He's the blackest wolf's howl. He's the dirt under the fight

But as the wind blows though, we all see in time
Let the tree's bend down to a season's grind
Its insane to fight a flame in the winter time
But its a picture for the people, its a poem for their mind

It goes on
It goes on

She awakes upon a world holding on for its life
With the flowers in hair and the clouds in her mind
But she's the light that give us hope and moves us on to better times
She's the spring that takes the sting out of the ice that cuts her mind

But as the wind blows though, we all see in time
Let the tree's bend down to a season's grind
Its insane to fight a flame in the winter time
But its a picture for the people, its a poem for their mind

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