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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.*
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Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
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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.*
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Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
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