Baby it’s freezing outside

Streets covered in white, and black snow
so I continue to walk slow.

It’s so cold, in which the air I can see
feeling my lungs freeze as I breathe.

My facile hairs turn into little icicles,
as my skin is greeted with glacier particles.

The frost from the trees stays so thick,
while the others near the sun melt and drip.

My hands thaw from the warmness of this coffee, and now being inside –
also from the heat by the brightest star outside.

Baby it’s cold outside,
but hey at least there’s that sunshine.

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