"Just give me some excuse," I say,
"to set fire to the world and ev'rything that I know."
"Just give me some excuse," I say,
"To stand by the docks and watch the whole city burn."
Yes, blue-green tear droplets fell
from her eyes;
and I am enshrouded
in the grayest of wintry
skies; I don't
see any excuse
to send it up in flames--
just the simple
fact
that the whole
world is
encased
in
snow.
O, wintry snow.
"Just give me some excuse," I say,
"to let the blue-green tear droplets freeze where they fall
from her icy, snowflake eyes,
as she lays
on Old Man Winter's deathbed."
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