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Under a subdued sun,Basking in its gloryPurity at it’s best,The snow tells a story.

I’m glanced at in awe,As if a blooming flower,The heavens, my origin,I’m compared to shining stars.

My airs are always chilly,My temperature frozen coldI breathe mists of water,And always play outdoors.

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