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Siren of Winter
On the coldest nights, when the air and land conspire
And the winds sing their siren's serenade of desire
An unbecoming part inside causes me to rise
And festoon my frame with my most festive attire
To step outside for a walk
A silent stroll amidst the hidden horrors of the times
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Nico Coar
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