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Why People Are Happy With The Snow
I Wandered Off The Land Of Stone
And There I Saw People Have Grown
Their Perfunctory Smiles Have Sown
All Caught As T'were Their Very Own
In Their Ears, Their Eyes It Clears
The Icy Flakes, Brushed Off Fears
Their Nape, Their Heads' Headgears
Warm Versions Of Bitter Cold Tears
The Night Would Have Been Very Placid
Then The Next Day Would Be Better Rid
Of The Melted Thoughts If It Ever Did
But Frozen Elements Only Remain Acid
