silently shout when you're in doubt
whispers of malice you must keep out
to my content i live in fear, of the voices that i must not hear
surprised to no end of the cycle ever turning
a path covered in memories keeps burning
if the silent you fear, turn away from the path and see anew
the snow will fall and make a path for you
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