The cold exists deep within
The skin so full of sin
Yet without the cold Zen
I would be crushed like tin
And be subject to the men
Who laud their warmth with a grin
Thus, it is again that I emerge from the dim
And bring forth my chilling wind
The cold exists deep within
The skin so full of sin
Yet without the cold Zen
I would be crushed like tin
And be subject to the men
Who laud their warmth with a grin
Thus, it is again that I emerge from the dim
And bring forth my chilling wind
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