It is snowing in Boston
And I'm standing on my front porch
Breathing in the morning calm.
To my right, there's a giant oak tree.
To my left, a towering pine.
The wind chime tones an ancient melody,
All is well, all is well.
The birds are awake, and singing
Their morning song.
What a pleasure to observe these things,
As life goes on.
And I'm standing on my front porch
Breathing in the morning calm.
To my right, there's a giant oak tree.
To my left, a towering pine.
The wind chime tones an ancient melody,
All is well, all is well.
The birds are awake, and singing
Their morning song.
What a pleasure to observe these things,
As life goes on.
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