You must come out to see the snow
In the winter when it falls on land
In the morning gives a golden glow
You must tread upon bed of snow
It will reach up to your knee high
With boots feeling heavy go slow
You will leave marks upon snow
They are dark and not much deep
And are arranged in a single row
It may be hard to walk on snow
But life is not a smooth ride and
You have to learn to live in its flow
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