Shivering cold
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Cobblestone road
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Slipping on diamonds and silver
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A funeral for the leaves
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A eulogy in the breeze
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A hymn for the bones of winter
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The geese have already
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Buried their heads
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And a full moon over mine
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Tells me it's time
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To start thinking about hibernation
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First nap in the night
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And the first crack in the ice
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Of the pond
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And the first lights of the season
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When the children have already
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Buried their heads
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It's quiet, alone, cobblestone road
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Waits for the first snow of December
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A song for the dead leaves
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The brine and the breeze
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A poem for the bones of winter
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The Bones Of Winter
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| Said The Whale |
