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Dum-da-dum-da-da

Da-da-dum

Dum-da-dum-da-da

Dum-da-dum

Cold, don't show it, white as the snow, control it

Codify your cadence, set 'em off the basis (s-set 'em off)

Systems and arrangements, calcify the clay on me (s-set 'em off)

Kilned to the shape of me, of me, of me, me

Me-me, me-me, me-me, me-me

Me-me, me-me, me-me, me-me

Me-me, me-me, me-me, me-me

Me-me, me-me, me-me, me-me

Limn the loam on me

Set the snow into sleet

To mud the sheath

And crack me free

My friends, my friends

You're my friend 'til the end of me

Let's play pretend, so bury me

Piece by piece, crack me free

Should poetry and prose confine me?

I'll get on stage and hope you show up, or can I grow up?

At my old age, can I contain?

This pain to this page?