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
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From fallin' 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
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From fallin' 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
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From fallin' 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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White Winter Hymnal
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| Birdy |
