Though the snow may not fall,
the silver tree shines bright,
and my gift to you is my heart,
wrapped lovingly in my thoughts
of an everlasting friendship.
A kiss upon your soft lips
as I brush your lucent, gold hair
from your face; your beautiful face,
and my gift from you is held:
a memory to treasure forever.
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