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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