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A winters eve and all is still.

The church bell's peal is crysal clear,

For frost hangs chill about the night

and leaves it's gleam on cottage sill.

The scent of woodsmoke climbs the air

From flames in log filled hearth.

And long awaited midnight chimes

Are drawing ever near.

For winters clock moves slowly on

Towards the turning of the year.

        A Winters Eve.

Upon the frost filled icy night

The church bell's peal is crystal clear.

And winters clock moves slowly on

Towards the turning of the year.