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See the soft and silent snow, swirling as the brisk wind blows
The grand and graceful opening to a metamorphic show.
It shimmers, shimmers, shimmers, ever shining in the light
As if we were the audience and they, the stars tonight.
And though they all look perfect, each flake is quite unique.
They come from artists up above and leave but none to speak.
But as I watch with wonder, my feelings lie in green
For I wish to be a snowflake, to join in their winter scene.
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