O the throat of winter is upon us
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The barren barley fields refuse to sway
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Before the Husky hag of early darkness
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In her hoods of snowy grey.
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Winter winter winter
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Are you but a servant of the bad one.
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Lo the frozen blue birds in the belfries
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The bluebells in their hearts are surely prey
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Unto the grasping bats-wing of the winter pincer
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Hoods of snowy grey.
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The Throat Of Winter
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| T Rex |
