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1d
The winter winds chill my bones,
nights are drawing in.
That vigor I had in the summer sun
has started to rescind.
Snow covers fields, lakes are solid,
trees weighed down, no longer sway.
Nights are long, filled with thoughts
of youthful times at play.
silent echo
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silent echo
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