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A snowy dream, a place serene

I know not where I go, unseen

The path before me, does implore me

Does it know where I have been?


I walk against, this cold, immense

And still I feel, such indifference

The path before me, I must ignore thee

Lest I fear, a false pretense


Icy chills, the air, sublime

I’ll walk, until the end of time



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