Through the freezing forests

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Through the freezing forests
Over the rushing rivers
The rain spits in his face
As his whole body shivers

The thorns have cut him open
The rain has made him slip
But thoughts of her keep him going
On this cold, intense trip

As he walks through the mountains
There's blood left in the snow
All thanks to this,
His pace has become slow

The days go by slowly
She lives far away
Should he regret this journey?

Or continue on his way....?





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