Strange winters these days that
Hath no snow no storms
A merry a berry, a rose to pluck,
A winter so forlorn
Strange the sadness, strange the crimes
Strange the lonely days
A winter with no ice to crush
Are we in a world so strange
Then the deepest, darndest chasms
Wide opening their mouths
Nightmares such of naked nights
No family, no life, no hopes
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