Concealed.
Sunlight whispers in the air
"Hello life, hello there"
sunlight tip-toes right on through
"Hello creature, what are you?"
snow creeps in and covers day
sunlight left and dusk is gray
ice on roads concealed by snow
and there is nowhere to go
sunlight whispers in the air
"Hello people, stop to stare"
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