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When snow becomes a dream
we started to build it from tropical rains
Directions would be radical for sure
to just get one decent snowflake
Temperature could never seem to be chilled enough
to numerous cold silence for starters
We couldn't even design any flake
because each perfection has its own exquisite reference
in time in space and in heart
But we paved our ways to the cloud
ready anytime
in mercy of winter lord we beg
for a whiteout splendor
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