With the frost and velvet snowflakes you bring me comfort.
In your arms drifting ice you gather, and on the window glass you leave your message.
With gentleness every soul and land you cover.
You play the soft notes of slowly fallen flakes, and in the distant thoughts of mind I hear your quiet tones.
Your subtle sleepy music is soothing, the keys are white and your crescendo is firm.
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