Awake asleep it is time to think
The birds sing every morning
the wind blows across the snow
Only a few more month to go
Gray as the sky is the spirit that does not fly
Grounded by life from time to time
In the afternoon the sun sits high
while everyone under walks on by
In the evening the sun is setting
The cold can be felt by everyone wandering
By one another all heading home wondering
Will tomorrow bring better times
As dark as the cole that once light the fires
The blanket of night surrounds all light
We stay worm by one another
and sleep as the time expires
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