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18 The eye is dazzled by the beauty of their whiteness,
    and the mind is entranced with its steady fall.
19 He scatters frost over the earth like salt,
    and icicles form like pointed thorns.
20 At a blast from the frigid north wind,
    water freezes to ice on the ponds,
settling on every pool of water
    and covering it like a breastplate.

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