The Winter Squall

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Gray over all.
Dull snow mists fall
Through wintry pall;
The great clouds crawl
On fence and wall;
They pause, they sprawl
On corn fields, stall
On white snow, call
Cold, silent brawl
Of winter squall.
Gray over all.

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