A chocolaty smell
drifts up to my nose
from my hot cocoa drinkBirds fly
drifts up to my nose
from my hot cocoa drinkBirds fly
and call their mates
in the cold winter air
Dead branches sway
in the cold bitter breeze
only to live again in spring
Dead branches sway
in the cold bitter breeze
only to live again in spring
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