A Winter Night
The day is over, night has come,
No longer may we play in the sun.
Snow and frost are in the air,
softening out noises everywhere.
Away, away, those once bright blossoms go,
hiding and sleeping under the snow.
The snow, the snow, so majestic and white,
makes one's worries not seem right.
But if there is one thing I have learned tonight,
fears come and go,
but will always remain under the snow.
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