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SNOW-FALLING.
The wonderful Snow is falling,
Over river and woodland and wold;
The trees bear spectral blossom
In the moonshine blurr'd and cold.
Over river and woodland and wold;
The trees bear spectral blossom
In the moonshine blurr'd and cold.
There 's a beautiful garden in Heaven;
And these are the banish'd flowers,
Falling and driven and drifted
Into this dark world of ours!
And these are the banish'd flowers,
Falling and driven and drifted
Into this dark world of ours!
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