Winter is coming - homie,
Stop being moony,
Now the skies are unlit,
Earlier they were sunlit.
Winter is coming - homie,
Autumn has left and spring awaits,
The time that no one hates,
The magic that he creates.
Winter is coming - homie,
The Thames do fear to freeze,
The bees have left its hives,
And he is on his knees.
Winter is coming - homie,
And I am on my way,
There is hardly any ray,
Nature plays her foul play.
Get ready for Christmas,
Let nature do her business,
That we shall witness.
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