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Feb 2018
When day becomes night and night becomes day
And the woods are silent with seeping snow
Heavy on the branches, you'll know
The feeling of hot and cold
And the fever which drains your time away
Which you'll never get back
The old, the cold
Fever
Colm
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Colm
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   Angie Marcano
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