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Winter

Austere, intense-
In virgin cloth each needled branch now watches
All noise but wind within this sphere is muted
I am the lingering frost
Trace my etched remains

Biting, fading-
The dancing cold has come to movement four
Seasons breed the end of malcontents
For where time stands still
My constance battles on

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