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I want to see the sky,I want to scream your name,My blood runs through me black as rain.These forgiven nights, they draw me,long me.Flickers of snow kissing the wind, slapping my cheeksAnd the night is all I can hold.These arms empty haven't held much in their days,my hands are getting old.So... find my sky... and fill it with ice...So you can feel...my bodies...warmth.