White saturates the air, whisks about and lands
On likewise white hair, and on grey bony hands.
The traveler shudders from within his mottled cloak
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The moon lit his path, and his path was the moon
It shone pale and inviting at midnight's noon.
Mysterious it called him into the night
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I am a warm person generally,
Though I've taken a colder turn of late.
You see, I was just let go from the job which I held for five years only last week.
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