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How I remember sleepless nights When we would read by candlelight, And on the windowpane outside A new world made of snow A million feathers falling down, A million stars that touch the ground, So many secrets to be found The falling snow. Maybe I am falling down. Tell me should I touch the ground? Maybe I won't make a sound In the darkness all around. The silence of a winter's night Brings memories I hold inside Remembering a blue moonlight Upon the fallen snow. I close my window to the night. I leave the sky her tears of white. And all is lit by candlelight The falling snow
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