17 February 2008

done by rote

we are too distant from the grinding ice
a world away from the eternal snow
but still we make the winter sacrifice

beyond the north wind there's nothing could entice
our hearts to find what no wise man could know
we are too distant from the grinding ice

we think that our own warmth might still suffice
to keep us safe and guard us with its glow
but still we make the winter sacrifice

we fill the mugs and then rattle the dice
another day spent warding off the blow
we are too distant from the grinding ice

your task is simple and your manner's nice
you do not have to worry for the flow
but still we make the winter sacrifice

our only problem now is the high price
not if the ending will come fast or slow
we are too distant from the grinding ice
but still we make the winter sacrifice

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