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The winter winds blew fierce and cold,
With naught to break their icy hold.
I shivered in my threadbare cloak,
And wished for summer's warmth to soak
Into my bones and chase away
The chill that made me tremble and sway.
But still I trudged on, feet aching,
And prayed for respite from the freezing.
At last, I saw a glimmer of hope,
A light ahead that made me grope
Towards it, and I saw a door,
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