It's freezing cold outside
And the wind is howling at the windows.
I can hear the frozen branches
Orchestrating winter's icy symphony.
The snow is knee deep on the path,
But my door is unlocked and I wait -
Holding my breath for the knob to turn
Answering my prayer for you to appear.
My anxious heart warms me like a fire
Despite the viciously freezing night -
And the deeper it freezes the more I hope
Tonight is the night that hell freezes over.
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