| WINTER ROARS HER BULLY-YELL TILL HER SKY FILLS UP DARK AS A WHALE
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| WHERE WOLF HAD WALKED AS DID MEN, THE TRACKS THEIR PAW AND FOOT DID PEN
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| OH OH OH OH OH NOW JUST LOOKS LIKE A ROAD AGAIN
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| WINTER FROZE HER FAVORITE WELL THEN BOARDED UP WITH TIMBER FELLED
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| HER FAVORITE WELL, HER BEST-LOVED SPOT THAT MILKED WHAT MOST HAD QUICK FORGOT--
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| OH OH OH OH OH
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| WHAT ONCE WAS BRIGHT AS SUN’S LAPEL AND WOKE US EVERY NIGHT TO TELL
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| US WHAT BEFALLS OUR SLEEPING SELVES NOW ARRIVES LIKE THE YEAR’S FIRST SNOW:
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| APOLOGETIC UNDER TOE, FALLS DOWN DUMB, THEN MELTS RIGHT OFF
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| GONE GONE GONE GONE AND FORGOT GONE GONE AND FORGOT
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| GONE AND FORGOT GONE, HER BEST-LOVED SPOT
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| WINTER HOARDS HER LITTLE BIRDS IN SHIVERING UNSPEAKING HERDS
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| THEIR BONES SO PETITE AND POLITE FORM FISTS ROUND FIG-SIZED HEARTS ---OH OH OH
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| OH OH
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| LIKE WARM CINDERS TUMBLING UPWARDS
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| OH WINTER RANG HER BULLY BELL AND FULLMOON’S FACE FELL QUIET AND PALE
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| AS A DOUBLOON BURIED IN BACKYARD with the BONES and the RAIN while the
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| SMOKESTACKS RAISED
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| THEIR HALF-MILE FLAGS AT HALF MAST TILL ALL THE ICE CRACKED
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| THEN ALL the WELL-WISHING COINS FLEW UP IN A BRIGHT COPPER-NICKEL GEYSER
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| TO REMIND HER WHAT WAS
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| UP IN A BRIGHT COPPER-NICKEL GEYSER
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| The WELL-WISHING COINS
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| RANG HER BULLY BELL
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| AND WOKE US EVERY NIGHT TO TELL
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| US HOW OUR SLEEPING SELVES ARRIVE
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| AT OUR FAVORITE WELL, OUR BEST-LOVED SPOT
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| NOW GONE
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| GONE GONE GONE AND FORGOT
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| GONE GONE AND FORGOT
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| GONE AND FORGOT |