It's a long, cold night
With a misty sight
Gentle, white flakes
Quickly cakes
The slowly, freezing ground
The snow is a little dense
No caring of the prescence
Of another thing
Silently she watches
No sound is heard
With the pale light of the moon
Revealing another sight
More snow falls
Though not from a cloud
It mixes with the ground
No grass is shone
And quietly she cries alone
Her tears of snow
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