When I went skating with her
There was snow and there was wind
And a new year promise yet to be made,
When I went skating with her.
Every fall a squeal of joy
Every tumble the mirth of friendship;
As we fell together and rose again
To the rhythm of being us!
(A picture of how even failures become reasons to celebrate in the company of right people.)
And a new year promise yet to be made,
When I went skating with her.
Every fall a squeal of joy
Every tumble the mirth of friendship;
As we fell together and rose again
To the rhythm of being us!
(A picture of how even failures become reasons to celebrate in the company of right people.)
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