The blades cut through the ice and leave their marks
As I dance on the lake inside the park
In winter when the water freezes hard
I trace the lines of dances in the dark
No-one about to witness how I skate
I'll leave before the evening gets to late
As I create my lines on mirrored ice
I must agree this is my only vice
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