The scene from my window
Is covered in white
The streets are aglow
Such a wonderful sight
Still sprinkles are floating
And falling to ground
So beautifully coating
The greens and the browns
All this is splendid
When seen through a window
But my love affair is ended
When outside I must go
Then in place of wonder
I now feel hate
At the slush that's under
And each new falling flake
It's beauty no more
It's now ugly and cold
As I'm frozen to the core
And my hatred takes hold
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