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The sky is light

The trees are bare

The ground is white

Snow fills the air

The breeze is cold

A pleasant chill

A sun of gold

Shines brightly still

A silent whisper

Passes through the trees

Trees of ember

Feel the freeze

The dead of night

Still not a sound

The moon's cool light

Sparkles on the ground

Diamonds rest

On the ground in piece

By far, God's best


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