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Jan 2021
The little white drop falls upon my shoe,
not a clue who I am or what I do,
The little white drop smiles to the sky, melted away as it slowly dies,
Oh, little white drop now on my shoulder you melt upon my chest feeling colder,
Oh, little white drops trickling done my spine, falling from my crown making a trail to the ground,
oh, little white drops come again soon, I only see you once a year and I miss you.
Oh little white drops you make me feel new, making my hands freeze up until the blood flows again soon.
snow -
Written by
Emma O'Toole
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