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The Snowman

When my life begins so way up high And I float to you from the sky, How can you tell it's really me For only flakes of snow you see. But after all has been turned white And everywhere's a beautiful sight, You slowly place the flakes together Caring little of the bitter weather. Until I'm built and all complete From big top hat to snowy feet, When life with you is such fun Provided I don't see the sun. But finally when winter's through And the sun turns the day sky blue, You'll watch me slowly melt away Until no longer we can play. Still please don't shed a tear for me For I'll come back again you'll see, And if Jack Frost comes with me too I'll have more time to play with you.

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