Cold my friend you come again,

this time of year does please me.

When others turn, they run, they hide,

and you're always there to great me.

Your icy fingers snake and flow,

your grasp does tighten round me.

When life gets hard, i hit  the ground,

you look, you search, you found me.

I wear more clothes to block you out,

but why? You always find me.

You are my life long other half,

your grasp is firm, you bind me.

When cold does take my final breathe,

and sucks the warmth right out me,

my body lay as cold as ice,

and all forget about me.

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