Flowing winds in the dead of winters grasp, air so cold it freezes your breath as you go, no sun to shine, no moon to see, winters grasp has its hold on me, from springs flowers to summers storms, to fall colors, winters storms grow, north to south there is no where to go, for winters hold keeps us all cold, from days to weeks, months to years, winters grasp is far to long, ice and snow have no place to go, no trees to see, no grass to feel, winters grasp is all to fear, a land once vibrant full of life, has frozen dead in winters life.

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Winters air fools the one seeking the sun, while the chill freezes the soul, darkness fills the morning, dampness soaks into the bones, for night to night goes by with no day insight, melodies of harmony fill the mind while fear and dread fill the spirit, as the crow cries so do I, but to what morning shall bring hope that this devastating winter melts into a spring of hopeful summer, no stars to be seen in sky so dark and gray, no grass to feel beneath the feet of a weary traveler, no shelter from the storm, for all the trees are bare, no warmth from the wind for winter is here forever more.

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Thous sanity is as cold as the winters snow, and lucidity is as vague as a cold winters day, for even the sun rises low and slow to offer no warmth as the winter winds blow For thoust Trumpets roar with no order, thy ensemble is a disheveled array of noise unto thee, for there be no grass to see, the trees lay bare as the sun offers no warmth to thee, for the winds are brisk and the air is sharp, winter has taken a bit of thee.

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