Cold Winter blows and the days are long, skys are gray and the snow lingers on. Trees are bare there leaves turned brown minutes tick by without a sound. Tiny footprints in the snow where do they come from where do they go? Silence all around me falls, I listen as the winter wind calls, come with me to this peaceful place, take a look at Gods own Grace pure and white as the winter snow thats the place I would like to know.
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SILENCE OF WINTER
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