I was following the
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I was following the
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I was following the
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I was following the
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I was following the pack,
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all swallowed in their coats
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With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
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To keep their little heads from falling in the snow,
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and I turned 'round and there you go
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And Michael, you would fall
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and turn the white snow
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red as strawberries in the summertime
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I was following the pack,
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all swallowed in their coats
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With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
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To keep their little heads from falling in the snow,
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and I turned 'round and there you go
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And Michael, you would fall
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and turn the white snow
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red as strawberries in the summertime
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I was following the pack,
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all swallowed in their coats
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With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
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To keep their little heads from falling in the snow,
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and I turned 'round and there you go
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And Michael, you would fall
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and turn the white snow
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red as strawberries in summertime
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White Winter Hymnal
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| Birdy(¹öµð) |