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I've always seemed to wear the winter well
Brought shivered skin and cracks in for repair
The splinters from the ax removed in frozen air
Then built up into stacks and burned away with care
Where white laced peaks remind me
I am a guest
And change is imminent
So slow this slipping mind
Befriend the desolate
Take time to mend, grow out your thicker fur
And wear the winter well
Writer(s): Eric Hillman, Joel Porter
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