When winter first begins to bite,
and stones crack in the frosty night,
When pools are black and trees are bare,
'tis evil in the Wild to fare.
(But going for a snowy, moonlit walk isn't half bad, even when you come back with a bone-deep chill. Time for cocoa...)
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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