[Verse 1] In the ice den, a thousand sparks hang bright, borrowed lights that the wind won’t snuff out. Frost garlands glitter, snow winks in the night, a crooked-tree pine telling legends aloud. [Verse 2] White fur coat, tail tipped in black, dark mane flowing, pink eyes holding joy intact. Curious, cheeky, far from the pack, licking my soul with cotton-candy crack. [Pre-Chorus] Tongue-brush glide, I guard my sheen, no knots, no tangles, no messy routine. Soft, sleek, fluffed just right — when I shine clean, I show my flight. [Chorus] Bell! My name rings on golden wrap, I deck the tree with borrowed snap. Paint eggs, hide ‘em under snow, stone bunnies grow where I go! Happy pumpkin, icy grin, Halloween laughs with candy-skin. Winter, summer — all are fair, if there’s a party, I’ll be there! [Verse 3] Behind glass, my breath clouds the pane, kids sing songs, homes glow warm and plain. I don’t enter — just watch, unseen, my heart beats double, split between worlds. [Bridge] Father wolf, stern shadow tall, mother cat, pale and proud through all. Did I fail… or just dare to see? Was it crime to dream of being free? Up in the peaks, I miss the sound of his growl, her purr, their arms around. [Verse 4] Ice cave melts when April comes, water flowers, thrones undone. Sand den waits, warm through June, but freezes hard when December’s due. Two homes, neither truly mine. [Chorus] Bell! My name rings on golden wrap, I deck the tree with borrowed snap. Paint eggs, hide ‘em under snow, stone bunnies grow where I go! Happy pumpkin, icy grin, Halloween laughs with candy-skin. Winter, summer — all are fair, if there’s a party, I’ll be there! [Outro] Amid borrowed lights, I keep the old flame, carved runes, dances beneath the moon’s frame. My blood is cat, my soul is wolf, and though I dance among them… my song belongs to the wild. [Fade-out: ethereal flute, soft drum on hollow wood, wind through branches, guttural chorus fades. Echo whispers *"wolf… cat…"* as a distant bell chimes — then freezes mid-tone.]
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