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...and snow was falling |
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as to many was hidden |
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but properly we perceive snow just really |
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when it comes with thousands of flakes and |
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covers the territory in which we linger |
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at the moment with it's |
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all-transforming white |
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doesn't it this we |
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take notice of it, but it |
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burdens or pleases |
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us just for this short moment |
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in which it dances |
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from the sky |
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and falls to the ground and melts |
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snow is just like unborn life |
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it pleases or burdens us just for |
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the moment in which it so we say lives |
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maybe a human life is only a snow-flake |
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in the eternity of the universe which dies |
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before it see's the light of the earth or melts |
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years later in its pain |