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Bitter cold the winter street, / Cold and grey the sky: / Bitter cold the veil of sleet / The winds drive by.
Warm and bright the fireside, / Red the flames with cheer; / What can winter's woe betide / Us, Dear?
On my hand I feel your palm / As a bird lie warm: / Oh the fireside is calm! / It hears no storm.
Bleak the winter street and cold; / Red the flames with cheer; / Love and firelight enfold / Us, Dear.