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HALF PAST DARK,
NOW NO LIGHT,
THE MOON SHOWS FIRST PHASE.
THE HALO RINGS,
THE COUNT WAS THREE,
WARNING OF THE STORM.
CLOUDS ROLL IN,
THE THICK AND THIN,
BLOTTING OUT THE SKY.
AS IF ON QUE,
THE TIME NOW RIGHT,
IT THEN BEGINS TO SNOW.
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SNOW MOON
SNOW MOON
