| The days are getting short again
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| Leaves fall from the trees
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| Nights are haunted by howling winds
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| Harbingers of the freeze
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| But sometimes there’s no way to know
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| Until it’s
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| Too late and
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| You wake up to an early snow
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| Eyes have become cold again
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| Like distant lights in the trees
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| Waiting for winter to begin
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| Before it’s up to your knees
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| But some things you can never know
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| Until it’s
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| Too late and
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| You’re buried under an early snow
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| Brace yourself against the cold
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| Wish you could have stayed in bed
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| Falling leaves of red and gold
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| A nascent nexus lies ahead
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| When the days become warm again
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| Mountains covered with green
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| Flowers bloom as the clouds roll by
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| There ain’t a better sight to be seen
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| Brace yourselves against the cold
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| There is a road we all must tread
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| Falling leaves of red and gold
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| A nascent nexus lies ahead |