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Snow Is Falling On My Soul
It's not necessarily eclipsing
That the Moon and Sun collapsing;
But Cold is nearing and
Crown canopies are missing!
It's when skies are light red
Or something like reddish pink,
And people are asleep, I think;
Nightfall is its closest link!
Every skin turbid with goosebumps,
Not as if Winter is here now;
But ordeal with the snow, somehow
Falls onto a soul that didn't know how!
