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The crystals groan, whenever crushed Under a melting tread. Snow faithfully fulfilled its oath, And did just what it said.   In recompense for stinging cold, This mantle vowed to be Finer than the finest of white sands And never slippery.
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Jun 3, 2021
Jun 3, 2021 at 4:54 PM UTC
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The crystals groan, whenever crushed Under a melting tread. Snow faithfully fulfilled its oath, And did just what it said.   In recompense for stinging cold, This mantle vowed to be Finer than the finest of white sands And never slippery.
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Jun 3, 2021
Jun 3, 2021 at 4:54 PM UTC
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