The snow falls fast
Doesn't make a sound
I love this cabin
I have found
\The smell of burning wood
The footprints in the snow
The fire is warm
The ambers do glow.
\The quiet is bliss
The peace is serene
The wind blows gently
It smells so clean
\With coffee on the stove
We wake to see the snow
I love this cabin
I never want to go
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