By John Trent
White-silver wings
Grey skies they keep
Clouds are heavy and slow
Clouds are heavy and slow
Dark are the heavens
Steady it weeps
Gales continue to grow
Gales continue to grow
Gray winter storm
Calms and quiets
Chill of the air is clear
Chill of the air is clear
Red takes the sky
As Venus orbits
The old man of night is near
The old man of night is near
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