At least that's what Mozart's Magic Flute sounds like.
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Ah, fragile light on frozen fields' detail
Gone tan for Winter's dearth, I'd dream from hence
As erst wont in my father's house, if thence
I might. Rain Thursday, was't? Erased the hale
White vista in a trice, chill winds' exhale
Upon the downpour's heels, ice is quite dense,
Yet not all oer, most merc'fully in defense,
The eye of day with Spring in tow t'avail.
Twas "Ugly Christmas Sweater Day" in tour
On Friday, and some lady called mine to
Effect "cute," like the llama was not poor,
Though I believe he is. My neighbor'd do
Her deck posts up in style, red bows astir
In bitter winds. Oh LORD, redeem us too.
20Dec25a