Long is the night
and the stars are bright;
Cold is the wind,
and sighing.
Bare are the trees --
there's snow in the breeze;
Silent, the land...
but not dying:
Sleep is the cure
when one must endure --
Lord, knight, lady and fool:
here is the night
When back comes the light:
blessed be all, upon Yule.
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