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<div style="text-align:center;"><p>Snow <span style="color:#0000FF;">That crunching sensation below my boot, and the fresh air coming from my lips. The cold air pressing against the sky's soot, getting a chilling sensation down to my hips. It seems so beautiful when the sky reflects off, the crystaline treasure laying on the ground. The calm pristine of the snow brings no sound not even a cough, Your heart is slow taking in the beauty that is snow.</span></p></div>
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<div style="text-align:center;"><p>Snow <span style="color:#0000FF;">That crunching sensation below my boot, and the fresh air coming from my lips. The cold air pressing against the sky's soot, getting a chilling sensation down to my hips. It seems so beautiful when the sky reflects off, the crystaline treasure laying on the ground. The calm pristine of the snow brings no sound not even a cough, Your heart is slow taking in the beauty that is snow.</span></p></div>
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