"He's cold and scary,
Angry and sick,
But sometimes a hero.
He gives death,
And this is horror.
But he lets himself be saved from the heat,
Otherwise would melt,
After all, water flows through the veins.
Our teeth tremble with fear,
But it gives you heat at some point.
And I'm glad,
And not happy,
What harm and not harm,
But sometimes it's nonsense.
He is eternal,
He's invisible. "
Cold
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