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THE ICE COFFIN

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Silver streaks fly past through the night sky.
The moonshine wanes as every moment passes by
And underneath the starlight, I lie in wait
For the owl to sing his last lullaby.

Moving in closer, the clouds shower a snowy blight.
The wind whispers for me to move and take flight
But underneath the starlight, I lie in wait
For the moon to disappear from my sight.

Silver streaks from the shattered moon fill the sky.
The owl finishes and flies in the wind hurtling by
But underneath the starlight, I lie in wait
For the snow to embrace me as I die.