Shroud me in a wrap of malignancies of senile
Youth,
Dip me in the sunset of a golden
Dawn,
Wake me up from the sunny dream of a cold
January morning,
Slither me into the slumber of a majestic horizon
In the chill of the Arctic,
From which I'd wake
And keep travelling,
Knowing never the
Calling of The Wind!
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