Winter Dance
I'd like to fly with the wild geese, way up
high
I’d like to fly with the wild geese across the winter sky
I’d like to blow with the north wind, way
up high
I’d like to blow with the north wind across the winter sky
I’d like to drift with the snowflakes
way up high
I’d like to drift with the snowflakes across the winter sky
I’d like to ride on a shooting star, way
up high
I’d like to ride on a shooting star across the winter sky
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