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Flakes like frozen
moonlight, falling on my face I raise my hands out, toward the sky, loving this time, this place Tiny white-like angels, whirling all around A winter snowfall symphony is falling to the ground By the time I wake again, it may be all be gone Ah, but to have felt it on my face, 'twas heaven in quiet song
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