The falling clouds
the rising boughs
of winters snow
in winds that blow
a single flake
a frosty leaf
upon my nose
beneath my feet
a mournful sighing
a hearty crackle
whisked in my ears
all round me near
a misty cloak
a sharp cold bite
draped round my neck
upon my face
a frosty kiss
an icy sting
from old Jack Frost
and cold North Wind
My lips are blue
It's winter again
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