Dieing Snow
Gently, gently dragging meQuietly as he could be
Pure white snow is falling down
Gently drifting to the ground
Soundly sleeping beneath this tree
Under cold red snow ill be
Hoping someday to be found
Sleeping on this cold hard ground
K_P
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