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"Snowblindness"

My hindsight is making me snowblind.

I can’t see a damn thing

Except for that winter night filled with eggnog and brandy,

Poured out to you and me over ice.

The whole evening was so refreshing and so cold.

I remember how those things collided in a storm

And they took your body out of the snowbank in the morning,

While I watched with a blanket, keeping warm

With a cup of hot chocolate,

Sitting in the back of the ambulance alone.