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Stillness of the night
The glow from window yon beacons me home through I hear not a sound
Stillness is what drifts upon the breeze late into this frosty night
Falling snow whispers silently as it settles gently upon the ground
While the warmth of the flaming hearth promises such a welcome delight
My footsteps mark the freshly fallen snow with the quietness of a mouse
Refreshing stillness envelopes me, leaving only my thought for company
As I make the last few steps on my way into the house
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