Covering the golden leaves
Snow is falling all around
Weaving through the old gray trees
Sifting softly to the ground
They peer at me in all their glory
Resting on my window pane
Silently they tell the story
Of the winter’s icy reign
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Covering the golden leaves Snow is falling all around Weaving through the old gray trees Sifting softly to the ground They peer at me in all their glory Resting on my window pane Silently they tell the story Of the winter’s icy reign |
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