I'm even bleeding and I don't feel it
Because my hands are so cold, so cold
But my heart is beating fast
My feet are shifting, don't notice, don't notice
It's a long sigh as I use my chapped lips and stiff tongue
To breathe a voice of recognition, for it's all here, it's all here
Winter came earlier than predicted
My soul is calling for more time to the rain, the rain
The grayness of the clouds, swirling above me
The moment of quiet stillness, it brings me alive, alive
November is the definition of who I am in a ways
Quiet, still, traditional, cold and dead, and yet warm, warm
I'm warm right now, yet I'm freezing
Anticipation is taking over my life and I'm nervous, so nervous
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