The winter is cold
A time we want to forget
As we hold
To our regret
The days feel
As if they can’t
Be real
As those chant
Cheery Christmas songs
And spread love
The longs
Of winter grove
Time passes
Though it feels like molasses
The winter is cold
A time we want to forget
As we hold
To our regret
The days feel
As if they can’t
Be real
As those chant
Cheery Christmas songs
And spread love
The longs
Of winter grove
Time passes
Though it feels like molasses
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