Come dear, come to me,
The mountain peak is ringed
with snow.
Oh, it's ringed with snow
Take me with lip's that,
are bright, bright red.
Hold me in your arm's
Until were done.
Soon we two will be caught up,
Caught up, in early dawn.
And the bird's begin to sing.
Smiling as you squeeze,
And I am, swinging
In the swing, until it snow's.
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