Winter Day Song

Morning comes back, if I felt the need
Now, the time
It's the place to be
Talking 'bout the winter's comedies
Just begun

What makes her slug like nerveless?
Where's the skirt?
It's still caught on knees
Thinking 'bout the winter's tragedies
Behind the time

Don't you know that now the wind is clear?
Figure out the ray, dear!
Don't you see the meaning of you're here?
Ah...

Morning comes back, if I felt the need
Now, the time
It's the place to be
But always she's too thickly
On a winter day
Just the same
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