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Once the threads of fate have been entangled they cannot be undone.
My mind is like a twisted lullaby,
since I feel sorrow, you always hear a soothing, yet sad song.
My ice cold grip is almost as bad as my piercing eyes,
yet you grasp my hand and stay by my side.
A layer of frost covers the trees,
I know when you think of the cold you think of me.
However, your eyes are warm,
they're like the ocean waves, crashing down on me,
but they're still a calm sea green.
The ice has shattered, the cold is gone,
I no longer sing sorrowful songs.
The threads are bound to my heart,
and our fates are intertwined.
You gave me your heart,
I just hope you accept mine.
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