Coming of Winter
	Blow on chill wind, Bite through man's skin; Tear through tree tops, Freeze the dew drops, Where the rocks lie.
				From the gray sky, On the wind, fly Tidings of gloom, Soundings of doom To the warm land.
		Winter has come. Gone, the bright sun; Warmth, the fire gives, Lit where Man lives, Shelt'ring from snow.
			See the moon's glow, Here the wind blow. Summer is gone, Night reigns 'til Dawn In the cold land.
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