White Snow, Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire

The angels the angels in the sky
One is dressed as an officer
One is dressed as a cook
And the others sing

Beautiful officer color of the sky
The sweet spring long after Christmas
Will medal you with a beautiful sun
With a beautiful sun

The cook plucks the geese
Ah! fall snow
Fall and why do I not have
My beloved in my arms

Guillaume Apollinaire

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