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In wintry heights we gathered and sang to ice and snow...
But silently we wandered to warmer fields below.
And danced to woods asleep still, to leaf and bud we played:
Until the snow had vanished,
And spring had been remade.
We walked from snow to blossoms,
We sang to waters blue:
We danced in shining meadows,
We played for spring renewed.
