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Snow burnt reflections
The air nipping at my nose
Ahh, December walks
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Forget yourselves
A long time is whistling
It is heard once
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Snow burnt reflections
The air nipping at my nose
Ahh, December walks
Forget yourselves
A long time is whistling
It is heard once
December waves high
Gulls born at the edge of see
Wash it all away