Come take my hand
Come in out of the cold, my pretty
Winter's approaching with its bitter wind
Frost in no time will cover the city
You'll be chilled to the bone and blue skinned
Come in out of the cold, my pretty
I'll gather wood for the fireplace
I love you and it would be a pity
Not to offer you at least an embrace
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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