Smooth as Black Velvet in the winter
A taste of whiskey coating the lips
The cold is home to the eventual life
Making a place holder of snow covering all
The wind catches it as it floats down
And howls with the cold, the frozen earth
Is a promise that one day, the warmth returns
The sun will be a stranger no longer
And so we regard the difficulty of the moment
Just a simple nuisance, as we can see
The growing drifts surrounding us
We need not suffer or worry in this storm
It is here today, gone another day
And there is still Black Velvet
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