Frosted lawns sparkle like diamond strewn fields
Vehicles huddle in their icy shrouds Cheeks slapped red by frigid air
Every breath a tiny cloud
Fingers wrapped in gloves' fraudulent warmth
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I can picture you
In your dancer's persona
Scissoring across a stage
Filled with prima ballerinas
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Isn't it strange
That America's symbol of liberty and freedom
Crowned woman
Torch held high in New York Harbor
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