When world was white and pal was light
And haze was in the sky,
When wailing wind was wondering,
The teary tunes were cried;
When dark devoured most of the hours,
Could not tell dusk from dawning,
The Winter's come, my heart's gone numb,
Frozen in tearless morning;
When branches bare and bright was air,
The chill bit through my bones,
When carpet cold was
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