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Sep 2013
The wind and rain
Soon to be sleet and snow
These misted moors
Running to and frow

The leaves are falling
Clouds begin calling
For sheets of rain
And blankets of snow

Its winter or fall
Its cold outside for all
So bundle all up
In your blankets and furs

The time for carrols and rakes
And whited out states
Is running our way
But were here to stay
Robert Fox
Written by
Robert Fox  Olympia Wa
(Olympia Wa)   
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