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I trace my footprints in the snow
On this street full of lonely trees, Walking for hours and heading for nowhere; Dissolving thoughts in clouds of questions. This atmosphere is driving me frantic: My head is airborne, my heart in vibes; The loneliness is frozen and scattered Yet it's still just me and the winter. I smell petals in the air And shadows are becoming white; Around I see familiar faces, Closing my eyes to escape the fright. I'm here at reaching the Goal. I feel it but I don't know what; Here, riddles are getting an answer, And puzzles remember the snow.
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