It's when angels cry,
Don't you think,
That promise of rain
Is certain
Not but white
Will fall?
Snow fall slower
Than cold water.
Snow is colder
Than fresh fallen
Sky dewdrop, isn't?
Many but few
Feels happy.
But I'm certain,
The First Snow
To have fell,
A little child
For the first time
Seeing a new cry
Will smile
And think
What a beautiful world
We live and die in.
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