All this winter, all this cold.....
Yet the cold war is heating up.
How can I ever see even if the haze has been burned away by morning sky.
I feel old, warn down, and weary.
Crying didn't help, neither did booze.
And Lizzy is so cra cra
Yet a movie called Nymphomaniac is being released,
I guess things arn't all bad
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by the sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
-William Shakespeare
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