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The chill of Cyrene's winter days
By cider sweet is kept at bay,
And blackbird pie, and Sen Cha tea;
One hardly needs more luxury.

The crackling fire drives away
The chill of Cyrene's winter days,
So bring a friend or bring a book
And find a seat beside the brook.

In solitude or company,
Few places are more fine to be;
The chill of Cyrene's winter days
Outside these cozy walls shall stay.

So while Melodia sells her wares,
Relax, sit back, forget your cares,
And let hot cider chase away
The chill of Cyrene's winter days.


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Sarapin, in the year 553 AF.