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The snow is falling,
Creating falling stars on the black sky.
I look up and fight the wet, miserable cold.
The sun is rising,
Changing the black sky into red.
But I don't see it through the maze of colorless snow.
The sun keeps rising.
The red becomes a big bright blue.
And suddenly like night turns into day,
My eyes are shining,
Filled with these feelings pushing through.
The snow has melted, faded, dried all away.