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A winter's day C
In a Fdeep and dark DeCcember;
DmI G7am aFlonCe,
DmGazing from my Emwindow Dmto the streets beEmlow
On a Dmfreshly fallen Fsilent shroud of G7snow.
I am a Crock,
I am an Gis-Cland.
I've built Cwalls,
A Ffortress deep and Cmighty,
That Dmnone G7may FpenetrCate.
I Dmhave no need of Emfriendship; Dmfriendship causes Empain.
It's Dmlaughter and it's Floving I disG7dain.
I am a Crock,
I am an Gis-Cland.
Don't talk of Clove,
I've Fheard the words beCfore;
It's DmsleeG7ping in my FmemoCry.
And I Dmwon't disturb the Emslumber of Dmfeelings that have Emdied.
If I Dmnever loved I Fnever would have G7cried.
I am a Crock,
I am an Gis-Cland.
I have my Cbooks
And my Fpoetry to proCtect me;
I am DmshielG7ded in my FarmoCr,
DmHiding in my Emroom, Dmsafe within my Emwomb.
I Dmtouch no one and Fno one touches G7me.
I am a Crock,
I am an Gis-Cland.
And a Dmrock Emfeels no Cpain;
And an Dmisland Emnever Ccries.
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