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Winter, come down from your stone so cold above

Tender, reach your silent arms unto the dark

The frozen soil, blue-tinted hues

Come rain, come sleet and snow

The rocky cliff, the mountain cruel

Come, claim what waits for you

The naked branches clad in gentle white

Woven perfect in the silent forge

Shallow water frozen over

Delicate crystals of sudden cold

The tender soil

Late autumn’s wind

Figures etched on frozen stone

The fleeting dawn’s splendour

A glimpse of a waning sun

The last sullen warmth

Winter, come down from your stone so cold above

The rocky cliff, the mountain cruel

Come, claim what waits for you