| Limb by limb they build me
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| Out of crisp white snow
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| ‘Neath the tallest fir tree
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| Hung with lights aglow
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| Piece by piece I’m growing
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| Ready for the world
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| But know not yet where I’m going
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| Nor do the boys and girls
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| I only know they’re out there
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| All my white snowfriends
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| If only I can find where
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| Our path starts and ends
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| Perhaps I’ll try to call them
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| I wonder if they’ll hear
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| Now the night has fallen
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| And the moon a perfect sphere
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| Suddenly I see it
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| Stretching far away
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| Where the earth and sky split
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| And night rules o’er the day
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| But it’s a long, long journey
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| And I’m just made of snow
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| So I have one chance only
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| To find my precious home
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| The children fast asleep now
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| They know not of my plan
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| So, if I make it somehow
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| I hope they’ll understand
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| For I too have a family
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| That I would like to see
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| And share with them my happy
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| Tales on Christmas eve
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| So, on a great adventure
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| I embark tonight
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| Guided by the splendour
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| Of the pale moonlight
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| Toward another realm
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| Where time drifts beyond measure
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| And bid this last farewell
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| For I know it’s now, or never! |