As I sore
high in the sky
a winter wind hits
I look down and see all
the other boarders
I'll be with 'em soon
The top is near
sounds of laughter echo
to my ears
I am on the top
Queen of the snowy hill
all mine to shred 'n rule
My bindings are tight
on my feet
toque 'n goggles are in place
I'm ready to go
One last look
take one more breath
'n push off down the slop
ready to domate
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