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This cold cold weather, bids me not
to energetic spree
I stand and shiver, wondering how
To warm that cold cold me
...

Lord of the dance, you are indeed.
With wings of flight, you grace the stage.
So nimble so quick, so at ease.
A joy to watch, for you no cage.
...

So young so beautiful, so refined
An innocent child, his life ahead
He see's not the future, he lives for the moment.
To him nothing is trouble, he knows not dread.
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This cold cold weather, bids me not
to energetic spree
I stand and shiver, wondering how
To warm that cold cold me

If only I could make a start
It would not be bad it seems.
But somehow I just linger on
And do it, in my dreams.

My ideas are brilliant
They are plain to see
But ho, this cold cold weather
Does waste my time for me.

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