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It was a cold January night.
Heavy fog like an impervious shroud
Mist on the window pane,
and clippetty clop of the horse's shoes;
An unknown cobbled path.
Gusts of winter straining the heat -
snickering, treacherous liar.
A pair of oaks, old and stout, forming a canopy
tried in vain to stop it.
The liar said "Warmth misses you just as much."
"I can't feel my ears.", I said.
I shunned the liar, closed my eyes, clutching the reins,

Lets go for a drive, a long long drive
and drive through the night, through the rain.
Lets drive through all the roads we know,
the avenues we have driven before and
into the ones unknown;
ones we do not know where they intend,
but know for sure that have no dead end.
Lets tear the road apart till the clouds give up following us
and the full moon breaks free in a clear autumn sky.
Lets dry the beads of water off the waxed car body
till dawn breaks open the champagne of gold