Plunk, plunk!
Icicles melt,
Singing the melancholy banjo notes of winter’s broken heart.
Plunk, plunk!
Icicles melt,
Winter’s tears
As the breeze whispers a gentle goodbye.
Our selfish arms embrace fickle spring,
But winter loves us more.
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Plunk, plunk!
Icicles melt,
Singing the melancholy banjo notes of winter’s broken heart.
Plunk, plunk!
Icicles melt,
Winter’s tears
As the breeze whispers a gentle goodbye.
Our selfish arms embrace fickle spring,
But winter loves us more.