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On the joy when snow first fall down. |
| The arrival of the first snow In the sky, the sun low A smile upon a face This event always amaze A sport lover great event Children's great excitement Freshness of the air Crispness of the snow Resulting big celebration Making snowball with hands bare A joy with great satisfaction Of seasons, going with the flow Letting the inner joy blow All due to the first snow Snowmen all in a row With hat and butterfly bow Evening's romantic corner By the chimney fire burning Aroma from a incense burner Faces joyously radiating Rosy cheekbone, happy smile Remember how first snow is fragile Quickly come and gone But the magic is undone |