A thousand crystals on the ground,
In the midnight air there's hardly a sound,
The crunching of snow under my feet,
And the faint little sound of my heartbeat,
The white of my breath against the cold air,
The deep breath I take,
Is enough make,
Me clear my mind,
And let me find,
The beauty of this while,
Cold winter night.
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