Ethereal angel of ice and snow, 

Against thy cheeks, the wind doth blow.

A zesty tang of winter spirits

Bid thee come to see and hear its

Melodies of gentle breeze, see

Spectacles of painted trees,

Yet, all the while, you gaze at me:

My angel of the ice and snow.

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