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THE NIGHT TIME AIR,
GONE CHILLED TO COLD,
FROZEN MOISTURE NOW IN PLACE.
FIRST HINT OF LIGHT,
SHOWS THE PLIGHT,
ALL IS COVERED WITH A FROST.
AND WITH THE SUNS...
FIRST RAYS OF LIGHT,
BEFORE THE MELTING STARTS...
IN THE CAPTURED MOMENT,
THE CRYSTAL SHOW BEGINS.
THE MEADOW GRASS,
ENCASED IN GLASS..
THE ROCKS AND TREES,
ALONG THE FIELDS..
THE MOUNTAIN IN THE DISTANCE,
BLINDLY SPARKLE IN THEIR BRILLIANCE.
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CRYSTAL MORNING FIELDS
CRYSTAL MORNING FIELDS
