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In the winter the snowflakes fall, whether they are big or small, in the cold frostbitten air,
She walked in the store Arms full of reduced squash Wearing antlers on her head In the middle of February. Why are you wearing antlers I said Child, she smiled
I am an aquired taste, a leap of faith you shouldn't take - Bitter to the core, still you long for more.
Dancing the dance of the slowly dying, your defiant grin is reflected in every Jack-O-Lantern, stitched, into every Scare-Crow. You shower the ground in a flurry of colorful confetti