| Snow falling on shore pines, the world all covered in white
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| So peaceful so serene, the foothills are lying right before me
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| Frozen breath burning on my cheeks
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| While I behold the wintry landscape
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| Stretching out as far as the eye can see
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| All the sounds are muted, only a crane’s call drawing near
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| Inhaling forts of frosty air. |
| footprints are all I leave behind
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| Standing alone against the elements under the dancing lights
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| This flight shall teach me my place in the universe
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| For in awe and wonder we all must thrive
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| Survival a matter of instinct, every movement now essential
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| To challenge the dreadful cold in these parts
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| Bewilderment within me starts to arise
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| I can feel the numbness creeping into my fingers
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| The freezing grip of winter tightens
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| Still striding upward clouds are all I leave below
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| I tread past blue ponds and steaming rivers
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| The mountain will wait for me, the mountain will wait for me!
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| Standing alone against the elements under the dancing lights
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| This flight shall teach me my place in the universe
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| For in awe and wonder we all must thrive
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| Sinking deeper the strength leaves my limbs
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| So I lay myself down to rest
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| At what seems like the top of the world
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| To watch the moon set upon the farthest reach |