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My breath clouds my vision and so does the snow

I sit down and watch the icy blanket of white grow

And I hum with the wind as the air nips at my nose

As it somehow gets colder and my hands are almost froze

A firmilar feeling that no one else will know

This is the place that will forever feel like home

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