Falling from the sky, whiter than the clouds,
as I hit the ground, I make no little sound.
I am a memory that no child forgets,
covering the earth in a big white blanket.
Floating around, riding the air,
falling in sweatshirts, eyelashes and hair
You can make igloos, angels, even men out of me,
I make the earth cold but our hearts warm indeed
Covered in white wherever you go,
Who am I? I am the snow.
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