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Your eyes are like ice in the early spring
But my voice is a fire born of memory
And I would speak wonders
into the night and the dawn and back around again.
I would show you the coming days within my words
So that you might feel the Summers love escape my lips.
Because it's all a cycle you see
You're caught in the cold frozen end of winter
Like ice in the early spring
But my voice is a fire
And I would speak wonders
If you would promise me a flood.