Storming, roaring, wintry winds are piercing cold;
bellowing, blustering, they make all the boughs bend,
lashing, slashing, icy cold, they freeze your nose red raw;
so stoke up the fire and set it flaring and flaming.
Then what care we how the wintry twigs smite against the window pane:
inside we are happy while outside it's....
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