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Cold, as I always was,
Reject the flame so charming, Never realize so nice to be warm, Desperately in need of the sparkling red. Cold, as I am discarding, No longer frozen is my hidden self, Let free the repressed spirit, Zealously flies up to the highest blue Cold, as I never would be, Shelters all with peaceful white, Showers wonderful grace in turmoil, Soothens the soil into its deepest soul .
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