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Icy Winds | ||
| The balmy breeze has fled and gone. The icy winds have set upon Our shiv'ring form and made us sneeze. We cough and shudder like the trees. A sweater can console a bit. Scarf and gloves would make a hit. The winds of winter sing a song Of spring to come. How long? How long? This too shall pass, it always does. And then we'll find the warmth that was. | ||
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