There's an echo in the mountains, an ambiance so true
to glide on the ice there's not much I wouldn't do.

The sound of the steel blade when it first hits upon,
the fresh clean ice, at the crack of dawn,

makes the entire world stand still, 
for now I can glide and drift and feel,

a freedom I've only known once or twice,
that even comes close to the freedom on ice.

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