I am winter
You are spring
I, with the cold of ice in my hands
You, with the fragrance of blooming flowers
I, the night with the darkness
You, the afternoon with the light
I am poison
You are a glass of wine
The world hates me
The world wants you
I am winter
You are spring
I, with the cold of ice in my hands
You, with the fragrance of blooming flowers
I, the night with the darkness
You, the afternoon with the light
I am poison
You are a glass of wine
The world hates me
The world wants you
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