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Winter | ||
Warm and dry I sit and stare At the trees all grey and bare. I am glad to be inside, Where the chill does not abide. It is like the grace of God Saving me where e'er I trod. I can look outside and say There will come a warmer day When the leaves will all return And the mid-day sun will burn. Winter may not flee too fast, But it won't forever last. | ||
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