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I became something strange when

you through me into icy pools

and then when my skin was open

I came to sharpen your tools

and they sharpened me well

and I became hard as jewels

when my face looks at hell

wondering if the future is ice

or hot like how hot cakes sell

and if my love will win a price

and then I’ll be a leader of men

nice and cold and free of lice.

 

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