I wish you would leave.
I can stand you no more.
Your icy embrace
freezes me to the core.
You’re so harsh and bitter,
so dark and so damp,
I want some sunshine.
I’m tired of this lamp.
Your breath makes me shiver.
Oh please won’t you leave.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt
a warm gentle breeze.
So gray and so gloomy,
it’s all so depressing,
your grip is too tight and
I fear it’s not lessening.
Your reigns’ never-ending,
at least it seems so.
I beg you, please winter
just get up and go.
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