Little faces
up against a window.
But the window is so cold
and the fire is so warm.
Please go get warm.
The window's glass will melt you in.
But it's safe here by the fire.
You're too young to see the war.
The one that you were born into.
The one that makes you chilly.
So go to sleep tonight.
For tomorrow, when you're naive,
You will open the window,
let the wind take your innocence,
and let the cold sink into your skin.
Just don't forget to wake me
before you've left tomorrow, love.
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