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Outside it is snowing Pretty long and pretty hard I stop and think of Ishmael And how the color white is evil The walls are slowly eating All they fall upon I take my leather gloves off The ocean is white Is is filled fish The sky is so blue It is made of wings I sit beside the fire When I try to sleep again I stop and think of Ishmael And how the color white is evil The walls are slowing eating All that's in the room I close my eyes and drift off Well the ocean is white It is filled with fish The sky is so blue It is made of wings It is made of wings It is made of wings Aus Songtexte Mania