Here I am with you
pure, untrammeled snow
Oh the joy of seeing your ice caps
powdery trails
Oh my
the joy of
skiing your mountain
Oh the joy
It may be a five hour drive
It may be a ten hour plane ride
but to you I come
and if I should ski all day with distractions and struggles
I quest for just one run
a run of conquest
a run of passion
a run of joy
it is all so worth with it
And it is good so good
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