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Bone-chilling, teeth-chattering, blood-shivering cold
It creeps along the ground, and it is enveloped by darkness
Alone, sorrowful, and old
Even it cannot take this loneliness
Those who are unkind,
they may just be alone
Give them time to unwind,
or warm them yourself
Bring out a sun upon them,
make them brightened
It is worth it, it is
To be kind to another and be happy
The rewards are endless
The caring ones rejoice
You are persecuted,
but now you are blessed
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