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"Frost, again, will shade the windows,

And again, theyll reappear Worries of the prior winter,


And the sadness of last year.
And the guilt, thats yet unpardoned,
Will be piercing and sustained,
And the fires growing hunger
Will press on the window pane.
Suddenly, disturbed and vexed,
Curtains will proceed to tremble.
Marking silence with your steps,
Like the future, you will enter.
Youll appear all of the sudden,
Wearing something plain and white,
Something of the very cotton
Used to knit the flakes outside."