Cold Winds
Cold winds of winter
Blow on my face
And through those hardships I saunter
Leaving not a trace
Was I going to my end?
Or was I going to my life?
Maybe death I should befriend
To end such a strife
Or I should keep moving on
From the world withdrawn
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