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Winter Nights
Here come the dark nights
And try as I might
Can't summon up the energy for a walk
Darcy's lying on the couch
With her dad, grumpy grouch
And thinking 'if only I could talk'
She'd say "doesn't matter
We'll spend the winter getting fatter
And we don't care if you mock"
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