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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.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC
.
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.
