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A little bird shivers in the cold
The frosty fog keeps him in its hold
When a chirping song makes him feel alright
Friends all around
in the starlit night

A long-lost sheep running through the field
No sign of home, now its fate is sealed
When a friendly bark comes from yonder height
Friends all around
in the starlit night

The sun was shining on the horizon heralding the new day. Just as the new day had just begun so had the new year not that long ago. Filled with the joy of the yuletide, Galmaxthalion once again took off to the wild. The Chetwood was stirring in the morning, the forest-life welcoming the increasing hours of sunlight as the year rolled past the winter solstice towards the still distant spring. Breathing in the cold morning air Galmaxthalion shared some of his rations with his steed, Lossenor, before pulling out his lórien clarinet.