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LITE GRAY CLOUDS THIER COLOR,
WHERE THE SNOW FLAKES BORN,
BEGIN THIER EARTHLY JOURNEY,
THE SKY AWASH IN WHITE.
EVER HARDER..
THEY NOW FALL,
LIMITING OUR SIGHT.
NOW NO SKY ABOVE..
NOR EARTH BELOW IS SEEN,
JUST THE FALLING OF THE SNOWFLAKES,
IS ALL THERE IS TO SEE.
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AWASH IN WHITE
AWASH IN WHITE
