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| When snow collects upon the ground Who knows when the flakes will melt. The robins miss their wormy treats, Tightening their feath'ry belt. The day is cool; the breeze is brisk. How I wish the sun would shine. Yet, I can smile and laugh inside, Feeling good and feeling fine. | ||
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