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Burden-
The heavy burden of snow and cold Makes you feel your growing old. It'll climb on you and weigh you down. You feel you carry the weight of a town. It'll beat and pound, 'Til you fall to the ground. You sleep silently, Though the wind is blowing violently. Dreaming a while, then your mind goes blank. You hide in the snow deep in the bank. Your neighbor finds you soundly sleeping, And tells your parents through their weeping.
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