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It was your kind of weather today,
full of skinbiting chill and umbrella turning.
But you're not the kind the winter owns;
no sullen boy nor sombre child.
It was your kind of weather today,
full of skinbiting chill and umbrella turning.
But you're not the kind the winter owns;
no sullen boy nor sombre child.