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If I could walk into a painting, it'd be yours. 
I'd sit, in unspoiled peacefulness, and wait. 
And when they ask where 
I am, I'll say I'm here, in the snow, just waiting. 

If I could walk into a painting, it'd be yours. I'd sit, in unspoiled peacefulness, and wait. And when they ask where I am, I'll say I'm here, in the snow, just waiting.
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