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    Snow falls from the sky.

   I  can see it with my eyes.

  It comes from the clouds, my mom does say.

  It comes down a long way.

 But, it is not loud.

  The snow is a real delight.   

  The sky is white.

  I can see it with my eye.

   It is bright at night.  

    The snow keeps falling.

    I watch it going.

  Like a river flowing to the sea.

  Its so fun for me.

  There are so many snow piles around.

   On the children, all the smiles.

  So much fun to be found.

   There is no school.

  That is cool.