THE SNOW'S CRYSTAL LACE
This mountain stands in grace. God sees its peak
covered with a white lace. This snow will never melt but
it will sketch my trace. God sees my face. I always
speak to a snow-white crane. Any crane reminds me of
an escaping dance. I will beg God to forgive my craze. I
I have learned to love even a swinging haze. I can't learn
to live without your dance. This mountain stands in
grace. It doesn't need to make haste. I lost my bet in a
horse-race. I wish I walked on a blue-eyed lake. I
dreamed of a dress as white as a crane. I woke up to
see the snow's crystal lace.
This mountain stands in grace. God sees its peak
covered with a white lace. This snow will never melt but
it will sketch my trace. God sees my face. I always
speak to a snow-white crane. Any crane reminds me of
an escaping dance. I will beg God to forgive my craze. I
I have learned to love even a swinging haze. I can't learn
to live without your dance. This mountain stands in
grace. It doesn't need to make haste. I lost my bet in a
horse-race. I wish I walked on a blue-eyed lake. I
dreamed of a dress as white as a crane. I woke up to
see the snow's crystal lace.
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