Caught in the middle of heaven,
We launch ourselves into the snow.
We are in some sort of disguise,
The rest of us are in a crime.
A felony has been committed,
Played by the criminals in the snow.
In this heavenly snow we seek the right solution,
Of course the relaxation comes afterwards.
Crime is spelt like a child,
Playing above the rest.
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