The wind blows
while we all know
what's a head and what we lose.
The jackets come out
the fires blown out
the cold over takes us.
While we prepare for the best
and accept the rest
the season says adieu.
Another one gone
a year more prolonged
as the sun sets upon its final hours.
You've been great
can't wait for the day
the sun finds our little town once again.
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