Ideas - The Ice-Pit lyrics

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Both of my hands are grasping cold ice<br />

I can't feel no more the warmth of the Sun<br />

I can only see the magic dance of the polar lights, <br />

Enjoying them for the very last time.<br />

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I'm crouching down in the snow, <br />

I feel: just another world can be the way out, <br />

I fly up from the Earth now, <br />

And I'm setting out on the wings of the dusk...</