The clock ticks slowly,
Shaving the hours away.
Soon the sun will rise
On a brand new day.
It's the time before the dawn,
All is dark, all is cold.
A glaze of ice has coved the pond,
All has changed, the new becomes old.
Finally the sky gets lighter,
A ray shines through the trees.
Once again the world lives, and
Crystal flakes, carried on the breeze.
A "full color" picture turns "black and white".
The cold cotton blanket steadily grows.
Though the sun's in the sky, the tempiture stays low.
Winter is here once more, with it's shimmers and glows.
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