Cold winter winds blown from the north
sending chills down their backs
Leaves of reds, and yellows
covering the earth's ground with its self
Lake of clear glass
absorbing the colors of a glowing moon
Smoothest grey clouds
dancing gracefully across the blackened sky
Stars of blue and white
filling the sky full of light
making the night oh so bright
Twelve o'clock
struck the grandfather clock.
The night turned still
and all was dark.
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