August Snow

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The August snow chills me from the frost of may.
It scattered all around me like little snowflakes,
Like the glistens of a new day.
When the man I met,
Was the man I made.
When the August snow appeared,
The man went away.
But I'll strive anf I'll pray,
That the man will come back another day,
After this August snow,
After it all melts away.





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