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"Through The Windowpane" |
Pure White There was a place so long ago where Nature cried in morning's glow. Now no one knows why tears were shed, for love and joy a Shaman said. Her cries were heard from up above, what filled the sky were tears of love. When she was done night was falling, she dried her eyes, God was calling. Earth was quiet and all would know, her frozen tears were pure white snow.
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