"From the depths of winter's embrace, I call forth the snow with grace. With whispered words and icy breath, Let beauty fall in a dance of death. Snowflakes swirl and gently twirl, In a waltz of frost, let hearts unfurl. From my soul, this magic spills, A winter's gift, to soothe all ills." (Beautifully, it begins to snow)
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