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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