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Whisper soft the ice flakes fall,

Dancing polka's through the trees.

And each a rhythm all it's own,

Shall leap and sway with grace to please.

Slowly now, just one by one,

They spiral down from yellow'd sky,

Untill a sudden gust of wind,

Sends them wings on which to fly.

Each crystal flake it's place will find,

To settle there in silence deep.

Drape our world in diamond shawl,

And all her hidden secret's keep.