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Snowflakes fly into the palm
To melt faster
From large to very tiny
Each pattern will inspire its own

Snowflakes fly into the palm
To melt faster
From large to very tiny
Each pattern will inspire its own

Wake up and go straight to the window
I've gotten used to it over the years
Looking at snowflakes is magical
This is clearly some kind of weather phenomenon
Are they the same or just different?
And how many are there around the world?
I ask myself a rhetorical question
After all, it is impossible to count them - the number

Snowflakes fly into the palm
To melt faster
From large to very tiny
Each pattern will inspire its own

Snowflakes fly into the palm
To melt faster
From large to very tiny
Each pattern will inspire its own