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Winter whitelands
Mist and glistening crystal
Fine snow
whispers under my wheels
There's a risk of slipping
Balance and care
Are the orders of the day
Deer tracks, hare runs
and little mouse trails
I wonder, were they dancing
to the soft music I can hear
Flowing from the tinkling hedge
Bright with Goldfinch tinsel
And do they dance in summer too?

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