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Stars litter the sky like paint,
Splattered upon a board of black.
A crescent moon shines between the trees,
It's silvery beauty does not lack.

Snow is falling silently,
As wind comes whistling past.
Branches rustle restlessly,
The final leaves they fall at last.

Below me lies the frozen land,
Stretching endlessly away.
Sparkling bright with borrowed light,
Yet dark like dusk at end of day.