Everyone’s glad the snowman died
With his feet so high in the air
In the startled air
By the scream
By the standing scream
Shaking the night
Catching its breath
In the dome of its sky
The snowman dead in his cold
In the ice of his heart
The tomb of his sob
Deep in his throat
Bring flowers
To die in the ice
When the ice in the night
Melts in the dome of its sky
How cold the snowman died
So lonely
forlorn
forlorn
Alone in the tomb of his sob
The cry in the ice of his heart
The cry in the ice of his heart
With his feet so high in the air
In the startled air
By the scream
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