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(The song stays the same, no matter what I do......... to alter its psychic memo. )

One night of white two people came together in a secret mission to whiten up eachother with the frostbite of fresh snow. And the grey road of Coventry became white and the door opened for the four legs to tremble-run outside. At the odd moment one snowball fell on one place and on another more expected look of eyes the cold was shared among the two.

Then their footsteps formed an unknown dance. They run towards the corner of the road forever. They looked further down. Their laughters with tears embraced the cold together echoing the silence of winter, of their own.

Last I heard from them two they never returned to the footsteps they left behind...