As our motions soar,
We'll cross this lake,
But with our feet of blades,
And they'll kiss this beautiful stage of ice,
We thus skate along in perfect grace,
Leaving elegant paths of melted splendour,
Only to hush and float us forward and onward,
The distant views of mountains,
Decorated with tops like icing sugar cakes,
So clear as this arctic chill threatens none today,
The ice sheet chamber echoes,
With the watery mass below,
For eventually this wonderland will change back to the lake we know.
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