Let the cold be outside
From the north western wind
Every frosty to hide
From our feelings chagrined
Deep of snowy footsteps
Making us all reaching low
From some moody intercepts
That in dark will go
Let the cold not come in
Finding us by the fire
Taking flicker quench spin
At our flames of aspire
Making cold numb our feel
And catching influenza too
With its frost glaring heel
Coming as draft through
Stay here by the giving heat
When the breezing goes by
And we frost and sullen meet
In the squall from the sky
Yesterday it snowed allot
Made the streets hard across
Ghost of winter with its plot
Showing power of chaos
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