...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
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Snow
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| Lacrimas Profundere |
