This Cold Winter Day
The stream flows past the rock,
As I watch afar from the docks,
Coyotes come stomping with a shiver,
When they roll through the river,
It's icy and mushy near the tide;
But that did not stop him from taking a ride,
It's chilly and windy at sunset;
And it's still so beautiful and lovely,
On this cold winter day.
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