Portrait of the Artist as a Lone Tree | Love |  |
Zion, Zion
Cold so cold,
thick frost is on the dial.
Ice can kill,
as deadly as a lion.
Cold so cold,
no word comes out of Zion -
dead my heart,
throughout the hour of trial.
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