Where the mind is under constant fear, where the head is held down low below,
where the only thing exposed is the nose and that too freezes,
where lightening fast chilled stream streches its arms,
Where only white is seen above and around,
from where the body is deep buried under a multitude of clothings,
lead us away O leader, from where the temperature looks to 0.
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