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The first snow of winter

There will always be hail first

It's going to make the earth cold

Snow doesn't melt easily

No one knows you better than I do

Cold and white

Like a noble queen

I am a lowly courtier

For your presence

Prostrate in front of your feet

You will be feminine

The Queen is pregnant

There are countries in the belly

Take charge of the future of the earth

Her water broke

and many springs were born

The child has green and red

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