The Last Ski Pamela Dong The air is crisp The moon is glowing The snow glisten under the moonlight The starry sky is smiling at me Swoosh I exhale my problems I inhale tranquility Swoosh, swoosh I exhale my worries I inhale happiness At the bottom of the hill, I know this is my last ski I am filled with serenity Love surrounds me Euphoria overcomes me I exhale I’m going home
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