A snowy school-night lullaby
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The world has grown old
And tired, and soon will fold.
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Where once stood men who were bold
Now whisper catacombs filled with corpses and mold.
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We used to be warm with dreams of fires where stories were told
But now shiver in ashes and gray skies and nothing but cold.
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To what daemon have we our precious souls so carelessly sold
When once we were heroes made so valiantly of gold?
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Yet, how tender as all the school kids across town cheered, behold!
When the snow monster over our jeweled city rolled.
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-IAT
