.Twas a frosted morn in winter deep
When Rosey left for wood
The fire was low just barely a glow
When Rosey left for wood
Upon the wall a tapestry hung
A farmyard, brook and lane
A pleasant scene, naive theme
With wheat and hay and grain
No figures old or you.
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