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Seeing the snowman standing all alone In dusk

Seeing the snowman standing all alone
In dusk and cold is more than he can bear.
The small boy weeps to hear the wind prepare
A night of gnashings and enormous moan.
His tearful sight can hardly reach to where
The pale faced figure with bitumen eyes
Returns him such a God forsaken stare
As outcast Adam gave to paradise.

The man of snow is nonetheless content
Having no wish to go inside and die.
Still he is moved to see the youngster cry.
Though frozen water is his element
He melts enough to drop from one soft eye
A trickle of the purest rain a tear
For the child at the bright pane surrounded by
Such warmth such light such love and so much fear.

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