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then she puffed out her cheeks

and began to blow;

she whistled up high,

and she whistled down low;

and she blew, till the tree tops

went to and fro.

she whistled and blew

till the air was clear,

but the snowflakes pretended

they did not hear,

and each nestled down

in its chosen retreat,

to wait for the click

of the reindeer's feet.

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