.(S. Silverstein)
And I remember her on the streets of New York City
As I walked the night needing some place warm to go
As she passed I said "Hey there's snowflakes on your lashes"
And she laughed and said, "That isn't snow"
She said, "they're feathers from a pillow God.
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