In the bleak mid rain,
In the coldness of the illuminated night.
A pair of aryan eyes peeking through the mindless door.
Soaking to the deepest shangri-la state of mind.
Knocking.
Pushing down the veins the veins the veins.
Of the long lost winter dreams.
Up against the border, to the west, and to the corner.
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