Winter I'm hibernating in my room again, Sliding beneath a shell, Seems like every winter, I fall into this spell. It's almost like the weather, Is mirrored in my mood, I'm trying to be positive, Yet I'm tired and subdued. Perhaps when it's the summer, I'll prove that Winter wrong, I'll emerge from this shell of mine, And party all summer long!
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