Fear

Belle de la Tour

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The ice in the sky is falling to the ground,
Falling to the ground,
Falling to the ground.
The tears the gods cry they freeze on their way down,
For no one cares less than the winter.

I fear not the heat of a lover's hot rage
Nor the burn of a heart that's in anguish.
I fear for the chill of the lonely and afraid
For theirs is a pain that can languish.

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In summer the tears burn hot as they are fierce
And boil with a pain that is seen.
In winter the tears are frozen in the eyes
and unshared their bite is more keen.

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Fear winter, my friends, for there the death is slow
and no one but you shall see it come.
Bring summer where you go, for though the flames are hot
your bright flames will be spied by someone.

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