Undone
No life, no leaves, no butterflies in trees
No job, no fair, isn't life quite rare
No moon , no sun, Winter snows almost done
No clothes, no money, there goes something funny
No frost, no cold pains of glass,no icicle fingers dripping fast
No shining moon on frozen ponds, no frostbitten skaters in thick woolen mittens
No life ,no job, no clothes, no junk , just trash, modern things don't seem to last
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