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Out of the bosom of the air, Out of the cloudfolds of her garment shaken, Over the woodlands, brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Descends the snow.
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Tho it is beautiful, I know it does get old, Having to trudge through it day by day. But Spring will soon be here.. And the earth will be green again! Hang in there!

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Snowy Morning Blues
Written by: James P. Johnson , p. 25 February 1927


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