Get me out of here. I wanna take a ride
Far away in a warmer place in time.
So cold here, just aching to see
what I can't fathom. HA, it's gotten hold of me.
Spots of silver, shaking through it all.
Moving along with little care in mind.
Come on by. Believe me- you can.
It is all here just buried deep before you ran.
So bring your red shovel and put me at ease.
Guide me to contagious laughs in pen.
I give so much more in return.
The fire blazes free, in the midst of the burn.
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