The frost may come
and seal the ground
And blow the winds
and desert hounds
The cries out yonder
slowly quieting
The bustle round
going on nightly
The greens and reds
and puffed out sweaters
The familys gather
making things for betters
If not a gift
is passed this year
Then nothing lost
dismissing fear
Tired and sigh
the year that's past
So sing aloud
embrace the last
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