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A ground frost and winter cold with sighs I hear who I dreamed of snow this evening to knock on the door I know there is not just snow and plum plum plum two days of high side could not be higher still no place for nostalgia the loneliness of a glass of wine when all the pain I was thoroughly a quarter to midnight I began to dream of a door knock a trace of pain gently sigh