Pearls of a winter's day plash gently on open hands, Each snowflake a gem of melting opulence, Garnishing season's moods with opalescent sheets. Purity celebrated in perpetual variety, With polished faces of ivory radiance; Their tender and alluring eyes abounding everywhere. Shades of winter relax not in the hue of hope; Where love is blue sadness seeks sympathy, But blue is livid
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