A white cloud come to earth this year
As every year before
Carried by the coldness of
The lands of chill afar
In it lies what seems to be
The spirit long ago
Left void from all the hearts of
The richest and the poor
It tastes of cheer and it blinds with love
And it carries on for weeks
Yet it only seems this time of year
That all see what it means
But what is sensed is never gone
And it does not merely pass
It's always here, it's always near
God's love forever lasts
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