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Theres a sharp frost at night
Should i take this outside
Oh, but i wont get caught
Break the frost on the door
Schooboks float
On a river side
Like leaves they choose
To curl up and die
Fields from a faded dream
Figures that wont stay still
Ride across frozen streams
Stifle their whispering
Schoolbooks float
On a river side
Like leaves they choose
To curl up and die
Schoobooks float
On a river side
Like leaves they choose
To curl up and die
Schoolbooks float
On a river side
Like leaves they choose
To curl up and die
