An icicle feast for my watery eyes
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Lacing, swirling and floating
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An ice castle for us to live in
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Come on, we're holding hands under our palace of snow.
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Soft hushed breath
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It goes and out, in and out.
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Frost tracing the window pane
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Up and down, up and down.
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Pale blue frosted cakes for us to feed on
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Bright eyes always shining, always glowing
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Icicles hanging from our fingertips.
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Soft hushed breath
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It goes and out, in and out.
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Frost tracing the window pane
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Up and down, up and down.
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Follow the crystal air
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to the snowflake village
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where people made of gumdrops greet you;
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Merry mornings, Mr. Pine.
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Mr. Pine
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| Eisley |
