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Winter Taking over from Autumn as the final season. Lyrics [Verse I] Oh Autumn, dear heart, look at you, you held the world and carried it through. The fields lie open, cleared and plain, no burden left for you to sustain. The air itself has slowed its pace, as nature remembers grace. You close the gate with steady care. Now rest, old friend, I am already there. [Pre-Chorus I] You give your bow. The cycle finds its rhyme, your abundant harvest sealed in time. My court assembles, hushed and sure, the reign of trials is mine to endure. [Chorus I] The world grows quiet. The light draws thin. Your work completes as mine begins. I am the longest night that does not flee, the endurance of the cycle's memory. I am the hoar frost, rime and breath, the quiet edge between life and death. Go now, Autumn. Your care was true. I'll blanket the world in glistening hue. [Verse II] You knew your hour had come to pass, and placed your trust within my grasp. You let all things decay and be released, so strength could rebuild in peace. The roots lie deep. The soil will mend. The land exhales, soon to start again. What lived now rests. What rests endures. The world grows quiet, set and sure. [Pre-Chorus II] You bow and I create the snow’s embrace, then hide my gifts for the next who wakes. My court comes forth to test those who dare. Stillness and silence remain in the air. [Chorus II] The world grows quiet. The light draws thin. Your work completes as mine begins. I am the longest night that does not flee, the endurance of the cycle's memory. I am the hoar frost, rime and breath, the quiet edge between life and death. Lay down, Autumn. The land is sealed. I gift snow on what your care revealed. [Bridge] Not all that rests is free from harm, I am the quiet test without warmth. Some things endure by standing still, the long resolve, the waiting will. What lasts is forged in ice and night, measured before greeting the light. [Final Pre-Chorus] Your bow is taken. The balance true. The year aligns in turn for each of our hues. My court gathers as the first snows roll, I bear the Crown of Enduring Cold. [Final Chorus] The world grows quiet. The light draws thin. Your work completes as mine begins. I am the longest night that does not flee, the endurance of the cycle's memory. I am the hoar frost, rime and breath, the quiet edge between life and death. Sleep now, Autumn. You need rest too. I'll keep the world still, until my turn is through.