The temperature was so low
it froze the newly fallen snow
Memorializing footprints on a trail
under the moon’s glow
It’s hard to tell where it will go
it’s a mystery we’ll never know
footprints of a man or beast?
or a reflection of a shadow?
The temperature was so low
it froze the newly fallen snow
Memorializing footprints on a trail
under the moon’s glow
It’s hard to tell where it will go
it’s a mystery we’ll never know
footprints of a man or beast?
or a reflection of a shadow?
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