The snow is falling fast
ending summer, at last.
Winter is here tonight,
quietly increasing the plight.
The wind, it blows so cold,
as if I was so bold.
Winter
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Nothing Can Reach Me Here
Sometimes the drive home
is just too good to end.
The darkness envelops
the road ahead,
the road behind,
the fields of either side.
Nothing can reach me here. -
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