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The Skier Yodeling down the mountain trail Stumble Tumble I am dusted in cool white powder Picnicking on top of the snow I see mountains hugging in a row Zigzagging down the hill My eyes tear As the wind slaps my face Skiing in falling snow I watch the Pines Change to White Weeping Willows Soaring over the crest of the slope I am an acrobat Showing off my stunts in the air Riding the cable car at night The moon reflects a mountain of white The torches flicker As skiers dash out of sight |
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