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