Snow can wait, I forgot my mittens Wipe my nose, get my new boots on I get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter I put my hand in my father's glove I run off where the drifts get deeper Sleeping beauty trips me with a frown I hear a voice: "You must learn to stand up For yourself, cause I can't always be around"
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