When the man with no hands
Played the first notes of winter
It was a blizzard of joy
That followed locked
Away in some cabin
Even Vivaldi applauded
Rushing toward the stage
Let the snow bury us
His flute repeats
Let the lightning do battle
With the livid rainbow
Nothing can stifle this joy
That carries us away
So far so deep the snow
We fly over
In a few beats
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