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    it was fall,as i fell asleep,a hope of memorys i hoped to keep,i had a dream, about

    snow,so white and clean,the snow angels danced,the snowmans pranced,the

    smell of cookies,the warmth in my soul,like a hot campfire and its black coal.

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