.Winter isn't much here
Just a flinching centigrade
Though the grasses all look jaundiced
And the poplar branches flayed
Oh, the poplar branches flayed
Before you stood in silence,
You came rapping at my door>
With your body as a sacrament
Your mind a killing floor>
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