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I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied ´round their throats
To keep their little heads from falling in the snow, and I turned ´round and there you go
And Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime

I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied ´round their throats
To keep their little heads from falling in the snow, and I turned ´round and there you go
And Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime

I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied ´round their throats
To keep their little heads from falling in the snow, and I turned ´round and there you go
And Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow red as strawberries in summertime