When the skies are dark and the winds embark
When the crystals of snow turn into ice floe,
You will never know when they return
They might freeze you till you burn
Clear as a dove, as empty as love
They cover you like a torn little rug
Crowds hail and conquer the sky
Leaving the empty leaves alone to sigh
Oh hail storm! dont leave me sodden
So much alive yet so downtrodden..
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