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'''Description:''' Observations of a blizzard from a subway platform set to a round for up to 10 voices (7 suggested).  
'''Description:''' Observations of a blizzard from a subway platform set to a round for up to 10 voices (7 suggested).


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'''External websites:'''


==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==

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  • (Posted 2020-07-23)  CPDL #59859:       
Editor: John Hetland (submitted 2020-07-23).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 71 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Blizzard
Composer: Barbara Rosen
Lyricist: Barbara Rosen

Number of voices: 10vv   Voicing: 10 equal voices

Genre: SecularCanon

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Composed: 2001

Description: Observations of a blizzard from a subway platform set to a round for up to 10 voices (7 suggested).

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Original text and translations

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This snow means business.
Waiting for a train on this freezing platform
I watch it cascade from the roof like a
waterfall, rise swirling from the tracks like a
wraith. The pellets that powder my gloves
are as sharp and dry as salt.
Next to me a Chinese man is
reading his paper. The unfamiliar characters
fall steadily down the page like
snowflakes.