so the playground is different these days
between sticks and stones
the graveyard bones and the poets rehearsel
under this august moon
for sure, you'll pardon the early wintertime
on this place I love to call mine
I came to dissapear completly
out of reach, out of town
but as frantic poet my love
I still worthy wear the freezing crown
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