In the heart of winter's embrace,
Where the world wears a frosty lace,
A shiver dances through the air,
A whisper of cold beyond compare.
The trees stand bare, their leaves long shed,
Their branches etched in icy thread,
A shiver courses through their veins,
As Jack Frost weaves his crystalline chains.
The sun, a pale and distant eye,
Casting shadows long and shy,
Its...
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