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Words

Sometimes the words inside my soul
Have nowhere to go.
I wonder inside
Is there nowhere to hide?
Since I am a wanderer
In the icy cold
And I have never
Been so bold
As to approach
Those whom I don’t know
Whose tracks I’ve followed
In the snow.




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