I sat and watched the quiet snow
Drifting softly to earth.
Each flake a joyful reflection
Of winter’s chilly mirth.
Drifting softly to earth.
Each flake a joyful reflection
Of winter’s chilly mirth.
And as they settled all around
They sang a breathless song
Of dancing on a winter wind.
I laughed and sang along.
They sang a breathless song
Of dancing on a winter wind.
I laughed and sang along.
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