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WINTER IS COMING
De winter days are drawin' nigh
An' by the fire I sets an' sigh;
De nothe'n win' is blowin' cold,
Like it done in days of old.
An' by the fire I sets an' sigh;
De nothe'n win' is blowin' cold,
Like it done in days of old.
De yaller leafs are fallin' fas',
Fur summer days is been an' pas';
The air is blowin' mighty cold,
Like it done in days of old.
Fur summer days is been an' pas';
The air is blowin' mighty cold,
Like it done in days of old.
De frost is fallin' on de gras'
An' seem to say "Dis is yo' las'"—
De air is blowin' mighty cold
Like it done in days of old.
An' seem to say "Dis is yo' las'"—
De air is blowin' mighty cold
Like it done in days of old.
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