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Outside, the fairground in snow
Revolves like a waltz, funeral slow
And summer has gone, collapsed like a chair
Like the heart of a bird, a bell on the air
Inside, the wireless in snow
The orchestra drowns, funeral slow
And autumn has gone and with it the bloom
The harvest of stars, like moths to the moon
Help me warm this frozen heart
