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High up in a tree I sit
Hidden from the day to day
The north wind blows upon my face
With the tree I sway

Strange circumstances have led me here
The paths I chose so unaware

And I feel cold, chilled down to the bone
Sensing a presence that's not my own

You watch the world around you, little boy
Your fragile mind forsakes all
And while your youth escapes you, carry on
With the plagued desperation of your soul

There is a silence where hath been no sound
There is a cold no heat has ever known

Borne by mystery and fear
A beauty emerges unimpaired

And I feel cold, chilled down to the bone
Sensing a presence that's not my own

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