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The time of the year
The cold wind blows,
The snow falls down.
The air is chill,
All around.
We bundle up,
And feel the freeze,
Winter’s here,
With icy breeze.
The snow falls down.
The air is chill,
All around.
We bundle up,
And feel the freeze,
Winter’s here,
With icy breeze.
Published 5th Dec 2024
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