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The snow will fall,The snow will blow;Forever existing,On high and low.Here it hidesIn the still of night,Never ingIn the light.Those who shieldThemse..
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Bird song beguiles my ear, as I put pen to paper,Not caring so very much for the distraction,How selfish of me to wish it to stop,For to the scene to ..
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I sat alone in thinkingOne summer's afternoon,Quiet in my wishingthat school was ending soon.I stood up to go strolling,Trudging through the gravel,An..
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