The chill air swirls around
A shiver as it whispers down collars
But you cannot help but stand
And stare at the glory above
Lady Luna in her magnificence
Staring coldly down at the Earth
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A country stroll New Years Day We spied Titania's bower In Winter's grip desterted Skeleton vines and branches No leafy cur...
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