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In my hand I held a snowflake, But with my heart I viewed a rose, A rare, precious beauty, A treasure to behold.
It shimmered like a diamond, Shone more brilliantly than gold, And with the warmth it brought my soul, I never felt the cold...
But with a breath it began to melt, Like a tear the water rolled, I guess certain things were never meant to hold
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