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Dreams

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The cool crisp air
Turns my nose red
And blows around the hair
On my head

The white flakes
Are slowly drifting
As the quiet night
Is quickly lifting

Soon a new day will be here
And the calm of night
Will disappear

The snow will fade away
And will leave in it's place
The memories of dream.

 

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