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The snow that hardly ever drifts
From sieves and sifts
Once a Texas Winters blue moon
Stills the landscape like an empty room
Flakes of powdery light
On stump and bending stem
Soon returns to melting drops again
From sieves and sifts
Once a Texas Winters blue moon
Stills the landscape like an empty room
Flakes of powdery light
On stump and bending stem
Soon returns to melting drops again
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