Of a fate I have yet to know
Wandering in the mountains of yesterday
Rambling, ranting, shouting, madly
Lost in a fortress of snow
All i have found thus far
Is that all I have left
Are handfuls of pipe dreams
And a half pack of smokes
Each day I find new meaning
In the caves where it is stowed
Alas its meaning is hidden
Written in bizarre runic code.
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