Snow blankets the ground,
White as bridal gowns.
Flakes flutter while the wind blows,
They are falling and cleansing my soul.
Birds sing at my peachtree branches,
The joy of the white surroundings.
Snow blankets the ground,
White as bridal gowns.
Flakes flutter while the wind blows,
They are falling and cleansing my soul.
Birds sing at my peachtree branches,
The joy of the white surroundings.
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