Snow flakes, snow flakes,
fill the dark sky,
in the distance,
a blue jay cries;
Chick a Dee fly,
fly to and fro,
as to the feeders they go.
Doves sit on the wires,
they sit in the trees,
cooing to each other,
and that sounds,
wonderful to me.
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