3 AM and 7 blocks away
We can see him sigh, and feel im sway
Speaking out his frozen sympathy
Penning down a sense he doesn't feel
Stroke his cheek the man is made of snow
Plain to see his eyes are merely holes
Reaching out impatient for the goal
Melt my friend a warm wind is going to blow
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