.Winter isn't much here, just a flinching centigrade
Though the grass is olive jaundiced and the poplar branches flayed
Oh-oh, the poplar branches flayed
Before your hysterical silence, you came rapping at my door>
With your body as a sacrament, your mind a killing floor>
Oh-oh.
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