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Snow (:

Little flakes from the sky
Fall down to the ground
And create a white blanket
To enjoy all around

The falling flakes come down
By tall tree tops they pass
Fluttering down towards the ground
'Till then, at last

They come to rest
Upon the frozen ground
But don't you dare worry
More still shall come down

In a flurry of white
Riding on the cold wind
The little flakes hit the ground
And yet more still come in

Then at last in the night
The snow finishes falling
And has left a white wonderland
That's outside now calling.





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