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Standing on this withered hilled mountain terrain;
It's winter time mist the cold and frozen rain;
Seldom dawn's the dead the environment sleeping;
Painted white scenes canvas below temps frozen;
I see the pure white glimmers of silver solitude
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Weathered white frosted camry based coast;
It's winter time misted the frozen compacted rain;
Mountain air aromatic evergreen pines smells;
Winter's breath sprinkles kisses the horizon;