Could it become any more frigid
Outside, in winter's windy might
Lonely, without a sound
Dead in the darkness of night?
Nay, the icy waters hold even closer
In a blackened watery grave
Great sorrow from many a lost man's soul
High danger is grasped just nearly as tight
The fear all hold towards a cold night.
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