though the night's icy touch is not as cold as it's been.
Still I lie in my bed with my blankets and sheets,
and feel a cold breeze on the soles of my feet.
Now I'm not a man unfamiliar with cold,
but it's been 5 long months, and begun to get old.
Still I know in a short time I'll sing a new tune,
spending time in the desert in the middle of June,
and I'll say to myself as I walk down the street,
"Just bring me my winter, and blast all this heat!"
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