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One, two, three, put your eyes on me,
In this house there is a breeze,
The tear feels cold on the cheek.
One, two, three, keep your heart with me,
As I keep counting on you,
The cold isn’t for the weak.
And I know it burns,
As the stomach churns,
And everything we learn,
Seems to fall apart now.
And I want to shelf,
Some parts of myself,
And everything I earn,
Falls down into the urn.
One, two, three, please, your eyes on me,
I will keep on begging you,
For this cold has been for weeks.
















