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Traversing the tundra as my thoughts tear to tatters       My heart starts to wonder if anything matters. I stumble, I fall, my scrapes start to bleed       I've abandoned the loved ones that I dearly need. The earth here is cold, the outlook is bleak       The love of another, I desperately seek. I'm caught up in cold, I'm blinded by snow      Will we meet again? I cannot really know. I will lay down to sleep in the arms of Jack Frost      Do not come to find me, it's too high a cost.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
Siberian's Song
Traversing the tundra as my thoughts tear to tatters       My heart starts to wonder if anything matters. I stumble, I fall, my scrapes start to bleed       I've abandoned the loved ones that I dearly need. The earth here is cold, the outlook is bleak       The love of another, I desperately seek. I'm caught up in cold, I'm blinded by snow      Will we meet again? I cannot really know. I will lay down to sleep in the arms of Jack Frost      Do not come to find me, it's too high a cost.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
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