I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields,
that it kisses them so gently?
And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt;
and perhaps it says
"Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.""
that it kisses them so gently?
And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt;
and perhaps it says
"Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.""
-Lewis Carroll
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