As the grey sky stays on
The world feel violent
As you see the sunlight yawn.
A Frost is in the air
A world caught unaware
The tepid autumn has passed
Unleashed is the winter at last.
Barren streets in cloaks of white
Dried leaves rustling in the night
Tiny footsteps dance around trees
Dead branches quivering in the breeze.
A Frost is in the air
A world caught unaware
The tepid autumn has passed
Unleashed is the winter at last.
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