Carefully, taking smal steps,
Walking through the snow.
It's almost like glitters are falling down.
Like a little angel high above us,
Is trying to send us a piece of heaven.
I almost screem it out, off hapiness
But a little voice inside my head says
'shhh, be quiet'
And I don't know why, but I do.
Afraid to lose this enchanting moment
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