 
Winter Calls...
When the pale aspens stand stalwartly beneath a snowy sky, and the glistening firs hail them nearby, I'll think about you. When icicles hang from every roof and fence, and the midnight stars become more intense, I'll remember you. When the world is wrapped in a frosty haze, and winter's sapphire beauty is held in praise, I'll wish the best for you. When the wind bemoans the bitter cold, and from the hearth streams a wealth of gold, I'll wish you were here with me. 
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