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Gloves in the Snow

The sound of violins
As I walk upon the white
Large gloves upon my hands
Chilly, in darkness and fright

I look down and what do I see?
But a pair of gloves, left and forgotten.
I pick them up, they have intricate patterns.
They look like they have seen many winters past

I put them in my pocket
As I walk away
I hang them up to dry
They will not be thrown away

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