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sun shine on the moon shine on the lake |
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moon shine on the snow shine on my face |
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winter birds go in and out the stars |
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Okanagan arrowheads under lace |
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my shining skates still on the ground |
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silver web go across the mountain top |
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mountains lift the hem of the horizon |
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pinholes in the black |
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some call them stars |
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call a little louder - they will answer you |
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my shining skates burst into stars |
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it is a long pirouette |
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that sends me through |
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this shining night |
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sun shine on the moon shine on the lake |
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velvet comes when all the edges are erased |
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hang out the night it is much rounder here |
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roll off the night onto the ice |
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my shining skates still on the ground |
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crease the earth- the snow fall out of sight |
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soft midnight herds go cross the valley |
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valley deepen so there comes a lake |
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lake go to ice so I can skate |
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my shining skates burst into stars |
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it is a long pirouette |
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that brings me through |
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this shining night |