.From the deceptive days in Bordertown
We set off holding our hands
Through the frosty woodlandsâ paths
Those silently whispering, sinister lands
Leaving the white woodlands behind
We saw it coming, the cold-tortured countenance
Within a fallow wasteland a frozen stream.
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