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SNOWFLAKES
Whenever a snowflake leaves the sky,
It turns and turns to say “Good-by!
Good-by, dear clouds, so cool and gray!”
Then lightly travels on its way.
It turns and turns to say “Good-by!
Good-by, dear clouds, so cool and gray!”
Then lightly travels on its way.
And when a snowflake finds a tree,
“Good day!” it says—“Good day to thee!
Thou art so bare and lonely, dear,
I'll rest and call my comrades here.”
“Good day!” it says—“Good day to thee!
Thou art so bare and lonely, dear,
I'll rest and call my comrades here.”
But when a snowflake, brave and meek,
Lights on a rosy maiden's cheek,
It starts—“How warm and soft the day!
'T is summer!”—and it melts away.
Lights on a rosy maiden's cheek,
It starts—“How warm and soft the day!
'T is summer!”—and it melts away.
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