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Softly falling,
Snow is calling Me to play. I’m recalling Snow was falling Yesterday. When small I stood As only a child could Amidst the snow. I sat astride a sledge of wood, It felt so good, A long time ago. Gently whiting, It’s exciting, Here today. It’s delighting And inviting Me to stay. So I touch the snow, Feet and fingers glow, I feel set free. As I gather, throw, Once again I know The child in me. Softly falling, Snow is calling Me to play. I’m recalling Snow was falling Yesterday. So I touch the snow, Feet and fingers glow, I feel set free. As I gather, throw, Once again I know The child in me.
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