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Drifting in pattern the snowflakes appear,
shifting and gliding in wind through the night,
whispering mystery silent hearts hear.
Still as the evening and tender as tears,
they cover the pines with garlands of white.
Drifting in pattern the snowflakes appear,
softly and silently hiding our fears.
The snow brings a vision new to our sight,
whispering mystery silent hearts hear,
bringing through darkness a note of new cheer.
Covering all that is twisted or trite,
drifting in pattern the snowflakes appear,
making the whole world more simple and pure,
shifting and drifting throughout the dark night,
whispering mystery silent hearts hear.
Shaping a snow scene both soft and austere,
wafting with gentle winds all through the night,
drifting in pattern the snowflakes appear,
whispering mystery silent hearts hear.
