Midwinter

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Fresh frost has visited overnight,
morning shudders, barely starts
Our fallow fields now writhe with blight.
Fresh frost has visited overnight,
We have lost colour from our sight-
like fools, we hold hope in our hearts.
Fresh frost has visited overnight,
morning shudders, barely starts.



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