It's ice-cold fingertips makes me shiver all over.
His words strike me deep,
"I've kidnapped spring"
Every morning, I now awake.
In my warm haven, scared to dip my toes out.
Because I know you've stolen spring.
My jersey is just enough to keep you from affecting me.
I peer over my shoulder,
There you are with your vile smile.
Maniacally laughing away, with blood-shot eyes.
Bring me back my spring you bastard.
You've already had your turn this year.
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