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点击复制A girl in red skates down the glass
As birch trees shimmer where shell pass
Her blades carve trails like hidden script
Of youth of joy of moments slipped
She twirls beneath a crows black wing
Then bends to touch the winds soft string
No crowd no score no golden prize
Just winters hush and sapphire skies
Her breath becomes a steamy prayer
As laughter curls in frosty air
Shes dancing not for fame or cheer
But simply for the now the here
O Canada your winters call
To those who rise and never fall
And in your ice we find our flight
A ballet bold in northern light