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Thyself ye show
O gods of snow And pour thy wrath To hide each path With snow that's thick And ice that's slick The cock will crow But none will go And speak of math With chilly breath Nor play a trick By faking sick A day of snow is all we ask And in snow's glory we shall bask
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