The winds, they cry;
The winds, they howl.
The trees, they die.
The trees, they’re foul.
Winter is here,
Shed yet another tear,
For it is November
In frigid Ohio.
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The winds, they cry;
The winds, they howl.
The trees, they die.
The trees, they’re foul.
Winter is here,
Shed yet another tear,
For it is November
In frigid Ohio.
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