Father Frost descends and nips The world with frosty fingertips, Nudging verdant green aside, Dressing all in brilliant white. . Autumn colours kissed by cold Now sink beneath his frigid hold; Sleeping Beauties sigh farewell, For death will never kiss and tell.

Father Frost descends and nips
The world with frosty fingertips,
Nudging verdant green aside,
Dressing all in brilliant white.
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Autumn colours kissed by cold
Now sink beneath his frigid hold;
Sleeping Beauties sigh farewell,
For death will never kiss and tell.
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