And When the Snowflake Falls

When the story is begun by a fall,

Passion a word in this impending ballad.

Trees waver in natures breath.

The sparkling blanket with soon be laid.

A monologue in rest of purest colour.

And when the chorus will congregate,

Will the tender heart be seen.

And when the snowflake falls,

Will the dream begin.

The End

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