When clouds of iron gather nigh, blackening the winter sky,
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Storms gather fury from the lake, best hurry home and refuge take,
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For soon the worst will come to pass, and ice will turn your routes to glass,
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While in the north the beast awakens, from his year long slumber taken,
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His howl the fury of the gales, with deadly curves that rarely fail,
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To send your autos into flight, through blizzard's curtain blinding white,
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See driving skills you lack with the, FLIGHT OF THE SKAJAQUADA
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Flight of the Skajaquada
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| Green Jelly |
