I looked out the window
Painted with frost
And saw you
Gingerly
Making your way
Across the hard-packed snow
You slipped out of sight
A vision of night
A raven
At forty below
I looked out the window
Painted with frost
And saw you
Gingerly
Making your way
Across the hard-packed snow
You slipped out of sight
A vision of night
A raven
At forty below
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