Descending down the winding roads,
To join the growing population below,
Where neither snow melts or thaws,
Ot the flowing salt rivers freeze,
Comforted by the warmth of cheek,
But not by the warmth of the sun,
For no one can reach me here,
Down in the abyss of a broken heart.
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