| She sat there, eyes open wide
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| And she watched the snow cover the ground outside.
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| Mittens on her hands, a smile ear to ear
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| She said, «In California, it hasn’t snowed in years.»
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| So come outside, and we can watch the sky,
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| Turn up your palms, and open your hands up wide.
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| Come outside, and open up your eyes.
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| Sitting next to me, she ties her scarf on tight
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| Winter can leave you crying, but it brightens up her eyes.
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| And snow kisses her cheek, where I want to be
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| And rests on her shoulders, like in her New York dreams.
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| So come outside, and we can watch the sky,
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| Turn up your palms, and open your hands up wide.
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| Come outside, and open up your eyes.
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| Walk with me… take my hand I’ll lead you down these city streets.
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| Won’t you walk with me? |
| Won’t you walk with me?
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| When she says goodbye, she turns around and smiles,
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| The next time it snows, I’ll be on her mind. |