Barren landscape tells of destitute souls
Dark sky, darker thoughts
Snow, cold rain, rule from on high
The sun is banished, everything is quiet
Nothing seems possible, everything’s down
Perpetually cold, perpetually alone
Look to spring to refill your sails
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