You are old, and your winter is near
When cold winds will blow round your ears
When you’ll shiver and shake
And your old bones will quake
Why doesn’t that fill you with fear?
Winter
Two Women and Some Books
You are old, and your winter is near
When cold winds will blow round your ears
When you’ll shiver and shake
And your old bones will quake
Why doesn’t that fill you with fear?
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