The alone man walked in the north
conceiving ideas, which he deceived
himself that only he could put a thought
The wind was ice cold, so he wrapped
around a shell of leather and black
layer upon layers, layers upon a layer
One day as he was talking
to a frozen mirror,
along walked a stranger, a warmth bearer
He was stunned, his isolation
was broken and ruined
a dream shattered and tortured
He lost his voice, forever to be
unheard.
conceiving ideas, which he deceived
himself that only he could put a thought
The wind was ice cold, so he wrapped
around a shell of leather and black
layer upon layers, layers upon a layer
One day as he was talking
to a frozen mirror,
along walked a stranger, a warmth bearer
He was stunned, his isolation
was broken and ruined
a dream shattered and tortured
He lost his voice, forever to be
unheard.
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