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The world’s fast asleep – not the tiniest sound.
A miracle’s happening between sky and the ground.
    Snow spirals and circles down from the sky -
    Dancing and twirling from far, far on high.

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The snowflakes play games as they peacefully fall -
First one, then another, some large and some small.
    Tossing and turning and blown on the breeze,
    They settle on rooftops and nestle on trees.

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Thousands and thousands of magical shapes -
The most beautifully crafted tiny snowflakes.
    Over fields, over cities, spreads a carpet of white;
    Oblivious and indifferent to our problems tonight.

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