Two icebergs in the night, chilling each as we pass by, No tears unfrozen for the love that only went awry. You've your pride and I my morals; We've had our joys -but to the point- our quarrels. So drift away don't chip my ice, Keep on listening to your own advice. I'll show you! My heart's in a rigor mortis vise; We can both afford the ultimate price. Two icebergs in the night, ice spike blankets further wrapping, In a dance with no steps, to the sound of one hand clapping.
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