Skiing

The snow glistening
The mountain so high
If you listen
you could hear the sky
People of all kinds
In all different clothes
All different minds
All ripping the snow
The white-capped hills
Far off in sight
Again and again the thrill
Hah, until you bite it
The powder flying behind
You just can't get enough
Now I'm inside
Until I wake up


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