Well you used to walk on fire
I always wondered how you did that
How you danced over the pyre
As gracefully as the proud king's cat
But now I understand better I think
You were really walking in the cold
Miles without a drop to drink
All of your dreams long ago sold
To a man who promised you light
To keep you warm and safe from everything
So he gave you flames burning bright
And in wishes for the snow you began to sing
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