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22406	Bryant, William Cullen	The Little People of the Snow			.txt	text/plain	2990	233	93	That mountain glen was filled with drifted snows One little maiden, in that cottage home, And fair, bright locks, and voices like the sound And moulding little snow-balls in their palms, Mid-winter was the time, and Eva stood, The little maiden promised, and went forth, Entered the little pair that hill of snow, In which the Little People of the Snow In which the Little People of the Snow In which the Little People of the Snow In which the Little People of the Snow In which the Little People of the Snow Said the snow-maiden; "touch not, with thy hand, How, when the wind, in the long winter nights, Stood in the wall of snow, beside their path. Sparkling like snow-wreaths in the early sun, The little people of the snow had come, The Little People of the Snow were seen Around that little grave, in the long night,	./cache/22406.txt	./txt/22406.txt