You say the river is heavy with melted ice and melted snow.
What a slushy thing to say: we mirror this, this river's flow.
By the river we found a bug, underneath our feet, underneath the ice.
Now we are waiting for the joys of spring, will it come to life, will it come to life?
I want to feel what it is to live.
You are wonderful and present in the sun. i can see your skin, i can guess your bones.
Into our hall of mirrors i choose to run with a bag of tricks, a bag of stones.
Cause i want to know what it is to live.
I want to know what it is to live.
Inside my head ...
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