Sometimes the answers I seek,
Are hidden among the branches,
Of snow-covered trees,
Where in the dead of winter,
Birds nest and happily sing.
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Sometimes the answers I seek,
Are hidden among the branches,
Of snow-covered trees,
Where in the dead of winter,
Birds nest and happily sing.