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Roses' Song
    "Softly sinking through the snow,
    To our winter rest we go,
    Underneath the snow to house
    Till the birds be in the boughs,
    And the boughs with leaves be fair,
    And the sun shine everywhere.

    "Softly through the snow we settle,
    Little snow-drops press each petal.
    Oh, the snow is kind and white,  --  
    Soft it is, and very light;
    Soon we shall be where no light is,  --
    But where sleep is, and where night is,  --
     ... 
    Till our Summer bids us waken."

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