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I stand beside a mountain,
The stream beside me pure.
The forests all around me
Silent as I stare,
A ghostly figure not really there,
At the snow that starts to fall.
"Claeren," said I. "Snow White."
And the flakes begin to set,
As I stand there watching,
The snow falling, falling,
Waiting for the sun to rise
And take me back to reality,
So that I might smile for a time.





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