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About the Show
Once I caught a snowflake inside my mittened hand.
Its frosty tablecloth of lace was delicate and grand.
I held it for an instant and marveled at its grace,
and when the snowflake disappeared, another took its place.
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Its frosty tablecloth of lace was delicate and grand.
I held it for an instant and marveled at its grace,
and when the snowflake disappeared, another took its place.
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