The sun sets earlier every day,
As winter-time is on its way,
Bringing with it dreary hours,
Overcast, with frequent showers.
Cold dark nights that make you feel
You've lost again your summer zeal.
Windy weather which brings forth,
Cold descended from the north.
Freezing air - perhaps it will
Make icicles on the window sill.
The thought of snow - it can appear
Long before the end of year.
Frosts can give the countryside
A beauty it can wear with pride.
And when winter-time begins
Soon it's obvious winter-time
Is just a short way down the line,
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