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They scream of a fear,
As cold as you dear.
They cry of a winter,
A winter so cold.
In flurries of ice,
Chilling your very heart.
A splintering shatter.
It screams of pain,
Yes, it screams to me.
A bloodcurdling agony,
So chilling at first.
I only know that it,
Maybe the winter in me.