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Winter Nights
Peaking through the frosted window
at the softly falling snow.
In the fireplace, the fire dances it's light,
and spreads it shadows around the room,
and the light from the moon,
shines softly on the new fallen snow.
It's a cold winter night,
with stars above shining bright.
The naked branches of the trees,
form with icicles all around,
spread their shadows on the ground.
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