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Sara Teasdale - Snow Song
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Fairy snow, fairy snow, 
Blowing, blowing everywhere, 
Would that I 
Too, could fly 
Lightly, lightly through the air.

Like a wee, crystal star 
I should drift, I should blow 
Near, more near, 
To my dear 
Where he comes through the snow.

I should fly to my love 
Like a flake in the storm, 
I should die, 
I should die, 
On his lips that are warm.
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