

ColdI wake up cold Even under the blanket The window is wide open Cold, crisp dawn air Drifts in on the wind Softly calling meCold
To the world of the real Pulling me from soft dreams And sharp nightmares I breathe deep of the cold Morning light filters through The drawn shades I slide the window shut Pull back the heavy covers My first steps in a new day Not ready for the world But going none the less
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