As the wind blows and the snow flurries, my city will sleep without a care or worry.
As icicles form on rooftops and snow blankets the streets, my city sleeps under its white sheets.
When the clouds loom over and the fog rolls in, my city sleeps with its lights dim.
It sleeps,
And sleeps,
And sleeps,
And sleeps,
Til… The sun rises again!
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