Prologue

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Snow falls slowly from the sky,

When I look at my friends,

They always seem high.

But I hate it, I hate it,

Cos I feel so low,

I put my head in my hands when I sit.

The trees waver,

Eyes are watching,

There's one that I favour.

He holds me close,

He is the one,

Who loves me the most.

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