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Snowfall

I will take me to the hills in Winter
And the snowfall quiets
the flurrying tussock of my mind
- beneath the reach of quickening wind -
to soft and frozen silence.

Now wake me if you can
- in the night's singing quiet
amongst the mountains!
Defy the glittering stars and the snowfall
- sing your own song, light small fires of comfort
and unlock the mountains' grip!

You'll find the air stilled, the tussock silent
The cold snow stretching endless...
and
I'll take me
to the hills

Janet.

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