Apr 2014
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Snow presses with a sorrowful squinch,
And white falls as the sudden snow falls,
We make our rounds in the growing dark,
Walking long the frosty eves with my love.
Snow presses with a sorrowful squinch,
And white falls as the sudden snow falls,
We make our rounds in the growing dark,
Walking long the frosty eves with my love.
