Warm fire
Hides liar
Colors bright
Chase fright
Good books
Sharp rooks
Quick
It's silent far
I see the stars
I know I'm in my
I stalk a place where the cold delights me
A polar
And I, couldn't refuse without wanting
In time I'd make no
Who you telling it to
Is this closest one really listening
Once more I hear the calling
Once gone, forever falling
I walk
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