The winter wind bites through my soul, as I sit here all alone It cuts deep and leaves me cold, wondering when the sun will be so bold, And with each day knowing, to arrive and bring some welcome heat To bundle up and get going, so that I can start the day and succeed Mittens, gloves and snow blowing, to be hopeful and not mope Winter must have her go, with the spring comes a brand new hope
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